My hands are clean of guilt but dripping with despair Calling all my enemies to fight another day my friend I turned to him and said what exactly have we won?
Sure the war is over but the battles just begun Bombs drop like a gunshot in my head
Never thought I'd say this to your face but fuck you I never knew how much these robots changed me Until I woke with a gun by my side Save East River Park pride

I used to follow in my fathers footsteps
Up the hill to fight and hear the battle cry
Last thing my family needs is another success story "Good job son! That's 6 men down now let the bullets fly"

The signals breaking up now the end is coming soon As static fills the airwaves I build my guts up for the move Don't know if I will make it, I'm buried knee deep in this shit Why am I fighting? Why am fighting?

East River Revolution