Set in Motion (Live in Isolation)

Our fears, our fears ring true

We're on a march towards the end

Cover my eyes

But I still hear the deafening drums of war

Onward every twisted spoke

Let's make history

Let's make history stop

When there's nothing left

We'll be fed our father's dreams

And I find every time I face this skyline

I picture it in ruin

It's not going to stop

Our fears ring true

We are numbered with the dead

When I finally come apart

Every piece will melt holes into the streets

Onward every twisted spoke

Let's make history

Let's make history stop

When there's nothing left

We'll be fed our father's dreams

We can't let it happen like this

Burn it down

Burn it to the fucking ground