These are the riots of the rise
where the innocence of the youth flies
  in the face of a nation
They raise their flags as their spirits rise;
away from the innocence and towards their mindless side

A decision, to each their own mind
Do you take a step towards freed men's hell
or fall back to the child's mind?
Never this day will you be the same
and never this choice fade
   when there's none to blame

Remember this day, your daily bread
fed from your mother's plate by your father's hand
Remember the prayers repeatedly said
and pray they protect you when adolescence is dead
Give us this day, a ****** hand
and try not to stumble into the grave-digger's sand