You roll the tapes on to a silver screen
They are old as the hills, they are dusty and lean
Memories of shame that always will remain
There's wear and tear on every frame
You've seen them countless times, in different shades
Panic in your eyes when you try to explain
To the martyrs and to the victims and
To the lone wolfs
We hear you
To the broken and to the brave and
To the fallen
We hear you
He directed the scenes 'til he were pleased
He caught the crowd, hard to breath
You lost yourself in his artful charade
He shaped the truth with every lie
Until reality bent and embraced the night
Stars up in the sky slowly faded away
To the martyrs and to the victims and
To the lone wolfs
We hear you
To the broken and to the brave and
To the fallen
We hear you
Rise up
So come on and rise up
Yeah let's rise up
Let's color the grey
Rise up
So come on and rise up
Yeah let's rise up
Let's color the grey
Rise up
So come on and rise up
Yeah let's rise up
Let's color the grey
To the martyrs and to the victims and
To the lone wolfs
We hear you
To the broken and to the brave and
To the fallen
We hear you