

(pant,
pant)
My hands are shaking on this cold steel frame
Yesterday we played a different game
Now the sky is raining iron down
On the broken streets of my hometown
And the thunder rolls across the field Nobody taught us how to
yield
Keep your head down,
hold your breath
We are dancing on the edge of death (watch out!)
Smoke is rising, blocking out the sun
I never thought that I would hold a gun
Just eighteen, but the years went fast
Wondering if this breath will be my last (oh god)
And the thunder rolls across the field Nobody taught us how to
yield
Keep your head down,
hold your breath
We are dancing on the edge of death (no turning
back!)
We're still standing...
Through the fire... (we're
still here)