We Sound Alive

State your name for the record,

and welcome to the show.

High, on!

And down we go,

the sky is falling,

no one's letting go.

Cave men crawl through the wreckage,

and slowly numbers grow.

High on a standard chain,

they sing along with the refrain.

Crescendo on the rising tide,

they sound alive with revolution.

Where's your woman tonight? Do you fancy one?

...Against the wall?

High on a broken mind,

so much to see, some my stay so blind.

Give me one more second to prove that I am right,

high on this horse of mine,

I sing along with the refrain.

Crescendo on the rising tide,

we sound alive with revolution.