| Song | The Great Die-Off |
| Artist | Rise Against |
| Album | The Black Market |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a fire on the borders and it's burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there's a steady stream of anger and it's spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| And the words say we reap what we sow | |
| So where I bury you I'll build my home | |
| In line to reclaim but we’re sick of the wait | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body’s still warm | |
| Tradition tethers us to rituals and | |
| Are we all just clocks on wrong times? | |
| And something triggers each and every time I hear you say | |
| "God bless this place" | |
| But your numbers are dwindling now | |
| Though endangered we'll still hunt you down | |
| With heads on a stake long may you reign | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body’s still warm | |
| And there's a fire on the borders and it's burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there's a steady stream of anger and it's spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| We want the mother******* world and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| No I don't want to wait | |
| I know a better way | |
| So step aside, come on or better yet just go away | |
| Our chance has finally come | |
| There might not be another one now | |
| No we're not gonna wait | |
| We want it now | |
| Yeah we’re dousing the flames | |
| We want it now |
| There' s a fire on the borders and it' s burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there' s a steady stream of anger and it' s spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| And the words say we reap what we sow | |
| So where I bury you I' ll build my home | |
| In line to reclaim but we' re sick of the wait | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body' s still warm | |
| Tradition tethers us to rituals and | |
| Are we all just clocks on wrong times? | |
| And something triggers each and every time I hear you say | |
| " God bless this place" | |
| But your numbers are dwindling now | |
| Though endangered we' ll still hunt you down | |
| With heads on a stake long may you reign | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body' s still warm | |
| And there' s a fire on the borders and it' s burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there' s a steady stream of anger and it' s spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| We want the mother world and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| No I don' t want to wait | |
| I know a better way | |
| So step aside, come on or better yet just go away | |
| Our chance has finally come | |
| There might not be another one now | |
| No we' re not gonna wait | |
| We want it now | |
| Yeah we' re dousing the flames | |
| We want it now |
| There' s a fire on the borders and it' s burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there' s a steady stream of anger and it' s spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| And the words say we reap what we sow | |
| So where I bury you I' ll build my home | |
| In line to reclaim but we' re sick of the wait | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body' s still warm | |
| Tradition tethers us to rituals and | |
| Are we all just clocks on wrong times? | |
| And something triggers each and every time I hear you say | |
| " God bless this place" | |
| But your numbers are dwindling now | |
| Though endangered we' ll still hunt you down | |
| With heads on a stake long may you reign | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| We want it all and we want it now | |
| A tide is coming to drown you out | |
| We make ourselves at home while your body' s still warm | |
| And there' s a fire on the borders and it' s burning down the walls you built high | |
| And there' s a steady stream of anger and it' s spilling from the coasts | |
| A tidal wave | |
| We want the mother world and we want it now | |
| Tonight I watched your fires burn out | |
| The cold dead hands we pried these guns from are yours | |
| No I don' t want to wait | |
| I know a better way | |
| So step aside, come on or better yet just go away | |
| Our chance has finally come | |
| There might not be another one now | |
| No we' re not gonna wait | |
| We want it now | |
| Yeah we' re dousing the flames | |
| We want it now |