Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've Mất tích all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.

Lay your tim, trái tim down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for bạn to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, bạn lost, bạn never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, bạn lost, bạn never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.