when it starts to fall   your piss festival   it's warning   to come get me   as tension creeps in    the bones of my hands   i can see them through my skin      who's got what it'll take to tear me down   who in your army will rise up and take me down   me or you      out for the sport   the liars come forth   like hunters of conscience   not giving any    saved by your bell   cause when i hear it    i fear    i'm going to lose it      who's got what it'll take to wear me down   who in your army will rise up and cut me down   me or you      who's left standing   me or you