The rise and the fall   Dialect and different skill   Gripping my hand    With every intention of breaking free    The roar of the crowd haults to the simple    Echo of a beating heart    As we all attempted to exhale    Our breathe just wouldn't leave our chest       One thousand dainty figures all lined up and linked    Side to side by the arms    Each and every limb at our sides    As if they were sleeping    The quarrel of all communication    Being choked from our nerves       In the end of the bottom line we all anticipate    The intense stabs of pins and needles   The roar of the crowd haults to the simple    Echo of a beating heart   As we all attempted to exhale    Our breathe just wouldn't leave our chest       Shake them off   Just to find a way to wake them up   To make them see what they are losing   Introduce what you have become   Show them where you're going   Struggle to fight the world    Of everything you've ever wanted   Everything that you've ever wanted      The rise and the fall   Dialect and different skill   Gripping my hand    With every intention of breaking free   The roar of the crowd haults to the simple    Echo of a beating heart   As we all attempted to exhale    Our breathe just wouldn't leave our chest