Lyric

Saturday morning, another frozen field to run

Another whistle blown beneath a pale and bitter sun

But the boundary’s gone, the static’s bleeding through the wall

They want it all, they made a trash bin out of these halls

Every petty conflict gets slapped with my name

Even the streets outside, their mistakes are my shame

Are we teachers, or are we guards inside a cage?

Just a punching bag for a broken, faceless rage

The lines are blurred, where do I begin?

The boundaries are gone, the wire’s pulling tight

Our sacred ground is burning in the middle of the night

They're squeezing out our souls, but I’ve got one card left to play

The fuse is lit

...Now

Tear down the walls of this hollow design!

I’m stepping over, I am drawing the line!

No more kneeling to a god that was made to bleed

Taking this anger, it’s the only fuel we need

This is the spark in the cold, dead air

My next move is a declaration of war!

So I am walking out, stepping through the gate

Don't call it a defeat, it’s how we rewrite fate

I’m not leaving you behind to suffer in the dark

I’ll build an army in the wild and multiply the spark

Wait for me. I’m coming back for you

Gathering the voices, forging the key

To set you free

Scream out the truth that they wanted to hide!

Break through the rules that they locked us inside!

Even if nobody understands the fire we hold

I’ll never let your hands grow cold

This is the spark in the cold, dead air

My next move is a declaration of war!

Look up, my friends, don't let your fire die

I’m sharpening my teeth beneath the open sky

Keep breathing. Keep fighting

My next move has already begun