Artista: The Tangent
  Canción: Not A Drill

We've had so much of trading insults
Oaths and vows are useless, like before
Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets
Are lying all across our wooden floor
And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt.

Everything we're good at is in question
Everything we've achieved is in the mire
And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can't come too quick
All that we've created has to die
We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain

This is not a rehearsal
This is not a drill
Madness rides tonight, banners flying
And it's for real

They get stronger, while we get weaker... and no-one cares