Well raise your hands it's all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by
Go by
A history of wrongs and blistered implications
Less of what we need and more more frustration
Taken to the altar and left to deteriorate
Taken just for granted they laugh and devastate
You won't be the first or last to take a stand
Idols will remain in glass, your hired hand
Well raise your hands it's all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by
Taken to the altar
Haunted by the echo of the children
Bodies in the throat of the beast
Try as you might I don't believe
I don't believe
You have a strength
You are spoken for the, the empty men
Nothing more, we'll see your end
Raise your hands it's all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by
Raise your hands it's all ours for the taking
And disbelief they see the march go by
And in the church there's no reply