Break out the Hammers

What you know has never been questioned You sit upon your throne, emptiness surrounded There's something in the air, electrifying Up rise, revolt and scorn, break out the hammers I've made my choice, you make yours This weapon has got a voice Don't fence me in, your walls are paper thin Your walls are paper Falling like dominoes, your back is broken On my trophy wall, your skull's are token The hunt is on, let's get ready to rumble I've made my choice, you make yours This weapon has got a voice Don't fence me in, your walls are paper thin Your walls are paper I see you breaking out of life You've stepped into the light Your thoughts are clear tonight