Paranova - Live

Will the hard or soft target be the one that they take
 When the rites are going down?
 Will this terrible silence be broken with agitated
 Calls to hunt you down?
 When the stage is set, the line is drawn
 The curtains up, the lights are on
 And you're on your own
 And you're on your own
 When the fever's set, the crowd is hot,
 The gloves are off, the knives are out
 And you're on your own
 And you're on your own
 Where the song has gone to grain
 Here the faceless conjugate and breed
 When the stage is set, the line is drawn
 The curtains up, the lights are on
 And you're on your own
 And you're on your own
 When the fever's set, the crowd is hot,
 The gloves are off, the knives are out
 And you're on your own
 And you're on your own