Forget whose years when you were drowned in mud
It’s going to ache in every disbelieving head
We’re going to make then crumble apart
‘Cos as you know old habits die hard

Now before the dawn we will be
Rising from out of nowhere
Rising loud and proud
You got to save your best for joining us

While you stand still your dreams won’t be fulfilled
If the punishment fits the crime the way should fit the road
Why should I thank God for the choices I make?
Sometimes I wish I was blind
Sometimes I wish I was deaf