Every new day a worse taste in my mouth and the feeling that we're at an end
The feeling of being outnumbered, believe the message they send
You're operating on terms where empathy weakens your core
A life of something to prove but you don't gotta prove anymore

Wait for history to count to ten then you can get us, come and get me
No one's waiting for this nightmare to end before we pick up, swing back, refuse what we're up against

They've got bigger flags, they've got bigger bombs
But through all the noise there's still more of us
If you wait in the echoes of fear, you just might forget
I've got no time for middle ground, got no excuse for your own unkindness now
Some things are fundamental, we won't see eye to eye

Wait for history to count to ten then you can get us, come and get me
No one's waiting for this nightmare to end before we pick up, swing back, refuse what we're up against