We've been searching for a reason

To make us change

You got the whole world listening

But you got nothing to say



And as we gathered in the ashes

Said "fire em up boys and let 'em go"

They're making music for the masses

Sliced up real thin for the radio



All that you took for granted

Has been replaces

And now that you're left with nothing

But more of the same



And as we gathered in the ashes

Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go"

They're making music for the masses

Sliced up real thin for the radio



Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

We'll be climbing always

We'll be climbing your way



You all sound the same

With nothing to say