Waking up to the sound Of everyone's chatter Boots on the ground Grab gear that matter Heart up in my throat Skippin' the caffeine Cause I’m already wired Squawk on the horn Then came the call No bullshit this time Crazies on the hillside Roaming in hoards, coming in line Just another day Protecting the human race (hey!) Breath in, no fear Steel in its place Face in the scope Finger on fate If I walk away Who keeps this gate? Just another day Protecting the human race Bolt through the doorway Blind in the daylight Eyes still sting Slide to the barricade Cheek on the stock Yo! . , , zombie You won't feel a thing One shuffling silhouette Jaw just hanging loose Eyes have gone gray I load a round I don’t blink Just fire away Just another day Protecting the human race (oh!) Breath in, no fear Steel in its place Face in the scope Finger on fate If I walk away Who keeps this gate? Just another day Protecting the human race Will they ever know What is lost just to hold this line? (hold the line) All these undead faces Branded on the back of my mind Just another day Protecting the human race Breath in, no fear Steel in its place Face in the scope Finger on fate If I walk away Who keeps this gate? Just another day Protecting the human race Copyright © 2026 by The November Son. All rights reserved.
