Gather round children as we come together

To make up the undesirable, mortal worthlessness

We are the down trodden, forgotten stains in the pavement

The disfigured shadows cast by the moon on the hollowed cemetary grounds

It is a shame that it had to come to this

But in the course of battle

There's never time too worse the casualties of war

Only to take action

If you stand not by my side

I have no choice but to assume that you stand against me

And woe is he who dons the title of my enemy

For their suffering will be eternal in the depths of hell

Which side are you on?

There's a war being raised on the streets as well as in my mind

We must rise up, overcome, and take back what's ours

Ladies and Gentleman it gives me grave pleasure

To bring to you old school Twiztid