The Get Up Kids. Guilt Show. Holy Roman. Zeneszám

Road map is a bitter pill
Scene stinks of a double deal
A good front like the devil will
Your eyes on the prize

Come clean like you said you would
And make peace like I know you could
Heroes don't do any good
With tears in their eyes

Fight the good fight
Maintain the trend
Just look me in the eyes and say
The world's not going to end

Take stock in the master plan
Place bets on an empty hand
Empire has a leg to stand
Holy Roman style

The poison from a holy grail
Blind faith doesn't make the sale
Land mines on the righteous trail
March rank and file

And patriotic friend stabbing friend
You'll look me in the eyes and say
The world's not going to end
Just make me a promise that
The world's not going to end

Will you save us?
Will you save us?
Will you save us?
Will you save us?