We're not goin' to the belly of the beast
With straight staccato we'll shake it till it bleeds
We're not goin'
We'll force his hand right where we stand

We're not goin' to the belly of the beast
It may be wrong but we refuse to just retreat
We're not goin'
We'll force his hand right where we stand

Above the peaks and the pastures
A phoenix and a fault line
Hear the strumming of the captured

Amidst the cliffs and the fractures
A phoenix and a fault line
Hear the drumming of disaster

And as the shoreline subsided, the mountains divided
They're burning their bodies for miles
Down through the caves and the caverns, the fault lines would guide us
Our bodies collided for miles