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Jordan Usatch
Jordan Usatch
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Arnau Bosc
Arnau Bosc
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Carina Jeanette Zachary
Carina Jeanette Zachary
Songwriter
Andrew Jason Gottlieb
Andrew Jason Gottlieb
Songwriter

Texty

Not gonna yield here anymore The hand that feeds me leaves a bitter tasting tongue I want to sever Untie my leash switch up the roles You've got me under your thumb better off not breathing False promises all smoke and mirrors Fill up your cup and drink at a seat worth stealing I want to sever the puppet strings that keep me inert Can you begin to face the consequences? When you deplete the ones you should regard Will you repent before we send a message? Dragging the chains to get you where we want All the king's men will fall With the down stroke of a gavel All the king's men they fall Line the lawless up Not gonna play fair anymore We've got a mind to feast on the hearts of traitors Death riding in on a pale horse Offer the wide eyed heads on a silver platter Can you begin to face the consequences? When you deplete the ones you should regard All the kingsmen will fall Poison arrow through the torso We've come for you On foot to storm the castle muddy and full of rage Fight for what we were promised with tooth and nail Not ones to be forgotten receiving end of pain A battle cry to the wind we will not fail We've come for you The cities burn the children watch a future stolen Greedy hands leave nothing in the jar Our crooked spines have given up under the Weight of a system built to tear us all apart Renounce your fate They praise the blue the red the white But fail to notice blood stains as they pulled from left to right No longer shadows in the dark The monsters learned to feed you Turning you from cohort to rival Renounce your fate I let the words crawl out my throat but there's no one here To listen There's bliss in doing as you're told in kneeling No resistance Pretend no wolves are at the door It's much too hard to wake up when no one's really in control The script was always written Bury my head like I've done Can't tell what's real from Fiction Choose to deny that we are Lost in who makes the bigger victim I'll stay insideI'll lock my doors Turn up the Sound of the radio Keep what's mine take what's yours Won't cross the lines this is war
Writer(s): Andrew Jason Gottlieb, Arnau Bosc, Carina Jeanette Zachary, Jordan Usatch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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