I don't believe I let you down
And if this is the place six feet underground
The place after birth or the place that we go down
Whoa
Oh
Oh
If we don't believe the warning cries then maybe we will lose
Maybe see it die
Caution to the wind
The rest on the fire
Whoa
Oh
Oh
Now the war
Now the warning
Close to your door
The war
The warning
I'm running out of things to say
I know there's somethings we've tucked away
Out deep in the woods or deeper to say
Whoa
Oh
Oh
If we can unearth our future graves maybe we'll mend or recuperate
Out of the ground or out of the state
Whoa
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Whoa
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Whoa
Oh
Oh
Now the war
Now the warning
Close to your door
The war
The warning
Now the war
Now the warning
Close to your door
The war
The warning
Now the war
Now the warning
Close to your door
The war
The warning