The Rise And Run

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