Called To Arms - Our Realism, Our Rejection lyrics

Thoughts of war temper our ambitions And bring us back to reality Let the carca** stand as a joyful reminder: Our hope was a phase With hope's remains plastered on the wall We worship the fall, oh how we worship the fall Eden was only a dream We worship the fall, oh how we worship the fall Horror comes to life As we watch our dreams grow faint I feel embarra**ed for ever believing Horror comes to life As we watch our dreams grow faint I won't believe until I see And even then I'll say, "My mind is playing tricks on me" I won't believe until I see And even then I'll say, "My mind is playing tricks on me" Is what I feel less real? Is hope and love all fantasy? If all that matters is only matter Then incomplete's my reality Why am I here? With shaky convictions lodged in pride You build your fortress, run and hide Don't let the dreamer in Don't let the dreamer in! The reality may not suit you best We all have a stake in this The reality may not suit you best There's no objectivity in this We've all taken sides