Not A Drill We've had so much of trading insults Oaths and vows are useless, like before Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets Are lying all across our wooden floor And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt.
Everything we're good at is in question Everything we've achieved is in the mire And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can't come too quick All that we've created has to die
We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain
This is not a rehearsal This is not a drill Madness rides tonight, banners flying And it's for real
They get stronger, while we get weaker... and no-one cares