Nine Faces of Fury

(whaaa) Nine shadows on a broken stage Born in the cornfields,

fuel for the rage Behind the mask,

the identity fades Spitting out fire in the concrete cage

From the dirt of Des Moines we rise (we rise)

See the madness in these eyes

We are the cycle,

the chaos, the sound

Nine in the circle,

shaking the ground

No names, just numbers,

we wear the scars

Howling at the sky

under Midwest stars (yeah!)

Custom beer kegs beaten with bats

Scratching the wax, aggressive and flat

Nine voices screaming out of the dark

Iowa clay left a permanent mark

We are the cycle,

the chaos, the sound

Nine in the circle,

shaking the ground

No names, just numbers,

we wear the scars

Howling at the sky

under Midwest stars

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine (screaming numbers) All of us bound,

crossing the

line

Nine till the end. (shh)