Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Theres a growing feeling blowing through the times
Raising up our cries and burning up our minds
Up to screaming skies and into every heart
Breaking down these wall and tearing hate apart

Burning within my, still my, set mind
Calling to my, unendine, like kind

Burning in my... In my head
Raising up my... Up my flag

Yeah

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

You've been telling lies to people that are blind
To your hidden tricks and evil amber brine
We are people not a number on your slate
In imperfect world that needs us and out fate

Burning within my, sing high, still life
Calling to my, defendine, like kind

Burning in my... In my head
Raising up my... Up my flag
Burning in my... In my head
Raising up the smoke that bring you in

Master spider
Master spider
Master spider
Master spider

Burning in my... In my head
Burning for my... For my flag
Burning in my... In my head
Raising up my... Up my flag

Yeah