| I’ve been thinking, about the future |
| But those visions don’t seem to please me |
| We’ve been hiding deep behind those padlocked doors |
| Honest living don’t seem that easy |
| We’ve built something, ain’t worth keeping |
| No use walking these streets at night time |
| We’re all lonely, scared and can’t remember when |
| There really ever was a right time |
| Heroes, zeroes, brought up to serve one law |
| Hellfire, livewire, choose the side you’re fighting for |
| Wake up, to a new world, but don’t deny a land that needs you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but never bite the hand that feeds you |
| In a past life, vigilantes |
| Were the order of the back street heroes |
| But decisions made behind a lock and key |
| Rule the women and the big casinos |
| Heroes, zeroes, brought up to serve one law |
| Hellfire, livewire, choose the side you’re fighting for |
| Wake up, to a new world, but don’t deny a land that needs you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but never bite the hand that feeds you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but don’t deny a land that needs you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but never bite the hand that feeds you |
| I’ve been thinking, about the future |
| But those visions don’t seem to please me |
| We’ve been hiding deep behind those padlocked doors |
| Honest living don’t seem that easy |
| Wake up, to a new world, but don’t deny a land that needs you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but never bite the hand that, bite the, hand that |
| Wake up, to a new world, but don’t deny a land that needs you |
| Wake up, to a new world, but never bite the hand that, bite the, hand that, |
| bite the, hand that, feeds you, feeds you, feeds you |