Tread lightly, for this is hallowed ground
A congregation of souls, selected and bound
Call me brother, you call me son
I'm a bystander pushed from the nether
Hands on the trigger, and I know I've got bigger
Problems to solve
A man of few words, a man of unspeakable action
A soldier of fortune, who's tortured by forces unknown
Drunk off the vapors, choking on air
You can feel the ground shaking, ain't going nowhere
Past those who are stranded by landmass or terrible luck
We got a live one, we've got soul
Got the dark forces out there on patrol
We got a story we're dying to tell
And can't wrap it up
Sound the alarm, stop moving the earth
The subterraneans are rightly disturbed
Thumbs on the nerve and a squeeze is all I need
To set them off
Hands on the trigger, and I know I've got bigger
Problems to solve
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