| Predictions of the future come to pass |
| Like a preview of a movie called the last reign |
| So does freedom ring |
| Bell rings for the faithful |
| To me it sounds like a death toll |
| Wash away my sins for i feel the rage |
| Against what we’ve become |
| Watered down without fiber, headed for a mudslide |
| The erosion of the free |
| Is there still time, to kill the serpent |
| But the venom runs through their veins |
| If we catch them flush them out |
| Spill evil from their veins |
| We’d better wake up today |
| The blood of the free |
| Drips one by one from the eye of the eagle |
| Putting us on the endangered species list |
| Vultures, thriving vultures |
| Symbolic over the shattered liberty bell |
| Shrapnel embedded in our hearts |
| A little more blood |
| A little more sweat |
| A little less freedom |
| A little less money |
| A lot less love |
| And a lot more hate |
| It would be like a tyrant’s reign |
| If it came to that |
| We’d rather be dead |
| Oh, not before we left our mark |
| We’ll not be numbered |
| We’ll not be marked |
| And this warning brings hope to the faithful |
| And this warning bonds us together |
| To prevent against total erosion |
| Providing shelter for the last reign |
| Maybe there’s still time |
| But you’ll not get me |
| And you’ll not get mine |