We've been searching for a reason
To make us change
You got the whole world listening
But you got nothing to say
And as we gathered in the ashes
Said "fire em up boys and let 'em go"
They're making music for the masses
Sliced up real thin for the radio
All that you took for granted
Has been replaces
And now that you're left with nothing
But more of the same
And as we gathered in the ashes
Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go"
They're making music for the masses
Sliced up real thin for the radio
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
We'll be climbing always
We'll be climbing your way
You all sound the same
With nothing to say
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