Heads up High

In the dawn of the creation
the wings of a butterfly
beat to a cause and effect.
For eternal duration,
for centuries passing by.
there has been no need to correct.
 
It is an ominous formation,
created to purify
what they consider a threat.
Calling out to the nation.
Calling all stations.
Sending out a message, a command.
 
Hold your head up high.
Hold on to release.
Are we lining up for war?
We have the power to be.
Burning the disease.
We hold our heads up even more.
 
Hold your head up high.
Standing in for peace
is what we are fighting for.
It's a lot we will be,
and we still increase.
We hold our heads up even more.
 
Under the weight of dictation,
the pressure to unify
is forming diamonds of will.
Facing endless damnation,
we heavily fortify.
The beast is ready to kill.
 
We won't give in to temptation
to look in their evil eyes.
We'll counter them with goodwill.
Calling out to the nation.
Calling all stations.
In it for the meaning of the thrill.