The Lottery (feat. Caleb Shomo)

Gathered all in a circle Ritualistic Just like before They say to pick a number To pick a color But what's it for? I'll stand by this tradition Man my position It's ignorance Faceless into the mirror I'm not convinced that I stand a chance Please don't hurt me I'll be Your one and only Standing here lonely Watching you throw things Fire, fire away Twisting We're all contorting While you keep sorting Us in a line Chasing The warm embracing While you keep tasting The bloody wine Blindly leading the blindfolded Into an outdated state of mind The free will die Live my lie Make your body whole like mine Please don't hurt me I'll be Your one and only Standing here lonely Watching you throw things Fire, fire away One day this will end with a fire on your skin The crowds will come in waves while the sacrifice begins The banners will be waving in the ashes of your hell The end is fucking now Please don't hurt me I'll be Your one and only Standing here lonely Watching you throw things Fire, fire away