"Born Again" lyrics
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
The blood runs over me but not the cavalry
I am alone in everything I see, do you believe?
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies and
I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
The terror that you see is only misery
It's getting hard to listen or agree when they just deceive
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies and
I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
So look beyond the curtain, take on your burden
We will stand and fight with you!
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
The blood runs over me but not the cavalry
I am alone in everything I see, do you believe?
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies and
I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
The terror that you see is only misery
It's getting hard to listen or agree when they just deceive
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies and
I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
So look beyond the curtain, take on your burden
We will stand and fight with you!
The Faith and the Fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast and
We are Born Again
Writer(s): Jacob Pitts, Erik Ron, Andrew Dennis Biersack
