100 hammers blazing in the sun   The harmonies of the banished ones   Along the tower the guard looks on   Rifle drawn, trigger finger numb   Along the road, echoes the endless song   As a nation rises up a hundred hammers sounds off   What does it take to pound it into dust   I want to pound it into dust   Broke these chains, exchanged for razorblades   Cut to length and tied it off and still the hammers sound off   The sum of all fears made these jailhouses homes   Cinder blocked and razor wired them all   A grand pause freezes the courtroom, verdict's handed down   Ears bleed at the gavels final sound   The general' seeing ghosts   Shuts his eyes and footsteps close   Everyone is a criminal   Have you been unconscious of   The battle cries, the trumpet calls   Can you hear the voices of   The violins explode, the hammer hits crescendo   The symphony is composed   Every note's a lie, anything goes