ghost hands

no big enough streets to revenge

metal terrain won't stop me

you found peace intolerable

you're gonna burn this place to the ground

for you

success comes at a high price

for me

it is a journey

i hate to be beaten

but how do you win

when the opposition is yourself

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

you know

the guilt keeps chipping away

at what i have left of conscience

i need you to tackle the pain

don't let the weight of the world drag you down

for most of us it's physical

i have not discovered

the ways to be taken along some road

'cause the opposition is myself

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history

we get up

we get up

we make history