Invisible Titans

We were torn limb from limb
Let this be known as our battle hymn
Our spirits rise from our shattered remains
No bodies to speak of, but the passion retains

We have died and returned as a phantom
Nothing can stop our push for power

The asphalt stained a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our homes
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts

Black smoke drowned out what looked to be a scene
The critics tried to suffocate the flames with gasoline
Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now
We will forever live on to haunt this town

We have died and returned as a phantom
Nothing can stop our push for power

The asphalt stained a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our homes
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts

The asphalt stained a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our homes
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts