AWOL (State of the Union) - Twitching Tongues

Come walk with us as we spiral down to hell

Knowing for certain that this would never sell

Clear is the fog, yet we still remain here

Facing our fears, but surpassed by our peers

Here to stay, in our own strange way

Honor consuming when failure is looming

Much to your dismay

Stuck in the trenches behind enemy lines

Our fallen allies refused to see the signs

Public execution for non-existent crimes

Here to stay, in our own strange way

Honor consuming when failure is looming

Much to your dismay

Soldiers of fortune adrift and distorted

Here to make you pay

Reverence comes at the price of short devotion

Deified briefly but admiration brings demotion

Feel my hate as it flows like the ocean

In the front lines of war fought with sonic emotion

Here to stay, in our own strange way

Honor consuming when failure is looming

Much to your dismay

Bring forth your judgement day