So where do we go?   Nothing more than a feeling.   One chance to believe it.   Place your bets on the final stand   We can’t be forgiven, we can’t make a sound.   So set us free as we hit the ground!      In a ‘‘rock and roll bar’’,    Bury yourself in confrontation.      Now it’s opened up,    The blood and the damage of the fight.   It’s useless waiting for this, waiting for this now.   I am not afraid,   It builds on my foundation-our preservation in times we’ve bled.      So tell me if we get through this.   You know we never deserved it.   We’re standing tall as we take our stand!   We can’t be forgiven, we can’t make a sound.   So set us free as we hit the ground!      What we take is our division.   So do we wait for what’s to come?   What we keep is our division.   So do we wait for what’s to come?      ‘Someday? ’    ‘Tonight!’