Doubt

Tomorrow is a terror I can hear the coming of the war Prisoner of another, and I've never felt this scared before I don't see me with another option (What would you like? Would you guide to soldiers?) Won't bow to my overlords When is it right to stand and fight To save the ones you love Oh, the things we do for love The weight of revolution Is hanging heavy around my throat And we sing to cut the tension, but it's sizable enough to choke Bear in mind we'll see a couple problems (What would you like? Won't you guide to soldiers?) Border lining in overload When is it right to stand and fight To save the ones who love Oh, the things you do for love The human race looks up to me And without a strong direction And without a safe place to be The situation looks quite grim I don't think I understand How to save the ones I love Oh, the things I do for love