It's on, the battle line's drawn
we must fight for our minds
'till the rest of our life is gone
ruins remind me
great cities can fall
that once stood so tall

I'm on to you
and this fight isn't through
through all your deceiving
I've still kept believing
I'm on to you
and know this is true
that freedom is mine
at the end of the line

It's gone
the apples discarded
we now know it all
but we're left broken hearted
move on
the wound is passed on
the fires of hell
such sad stories they tell