This is an anchor for my anger, battery for my brain Rebirth in this resistance recharge, rewrite, refrain This is an issue of contempt I'll see it through and wash it clear. Free from the pain of self-destruction I am awake and I won't sleep in the stillness - I won't suffocate But I'll burn in the darkness to open up the inner heart Inside of us aware there comes a time when we choose to stand Or walk away And I choose to stand Strike the chord Talking ourselves into the grave Strike the chord I refuse to be enslaved Strike the chord Begin the drumbeat beating away Awake