You stand before me now we stare eye to eye
Before another second clicks away one of us will die.
You reach for your metal as I reach for mine
The sound of bullets flyin' through the air, is followed by a cry

And they're cryin'

What will we do? What will we say?
When it's the end of this game that we play?
Will we crumble into the dust my friend?
Or will we start this game over again?

The young man lays alone but fastened to the ground
The sounds of fleeting feet and a cryin' eye will be his last sound.
What did we gain fron all of this? Now was it worth a life?
We've thrown all our hopes away and set our dreams aside

Now we're cryin'

What will we do? What will we say?
When it's the end of this game that we play?
Will we crumble into the dust my friend?
Or will we start this game over again?

It's coming back to me. It's coming back to me.

What will we do? What will we say?
When it's the end of this game that we play?
Will we crumble into the dust my friend?
Or will we start this game over again?

Writer : BRAD ARNOLD, ROBERT HARRELL, CHRISTOPHER HENDERSON, MATTHEW ROBERTS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group