Texty: Tom Morello. The Fabled City. Rise to Power.

I counted to one hundred, I kept losing track
I wrote a hundred letters, no one wrote back
I told a hundred stories, and all of them got twisted
I sang a hundreds songs, nobody listened.

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power
Baby, you've got to rise to power.

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power
Ain't a shade of difference
'tween the hills and the cowards
Baby, you've got to rise to power.

Forced confessions and coming attractions
Delusions of grandeur split into factions
A silent, dark Camelot, a kingdom gray and black
A dull empty heaven
A strong leader's hand.

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power

Baby, you've got to rise to power.

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power
You're down on your knees, pulling up the flowers
Baby, you've got to rise to power.

No holy water can wash me clean
No angel of mercy to hear my screams
Into your embrace, I'm ever driven
And in your arms, unforgiven.

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power
Baby, you've got to rise power

You've got to rise to power
Rise to power
The whole world's watching, there's a gunman in the tower
Baby, you've got to rise to power.