Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tasman Cioppa
Drums
Matthew Diguiseppe
Bass Guitar
Louis Sabba
Guitar
Julian Worden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tasman Cioppa
Songwriter
Matthew Diguiseppe
Songwriter
Louis Sabba
Songwriter
Julian Worden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Worden
Recording Engineer
Michael Kalajian
Mastering Engineer
Adam Vaccarelli
Recording Engineer
Josh Lustig
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
He, to keep me inside
Feeling around for the touch of a woman and
Me, to live my own life
Flailing around wish an arm could be broken
He's got a grip on me
To make sure I won't leave
Room is all I see
I need that fucking key
Gimme that fucking key
Born into defense
There's no hope to be had
Unless you gimme that fucking key
Rationing my time
Without a second guess
Every meal I eat's a privilege
Or at least he tells me that
The rumble of cars on the ceiling
Is what I use to keep believing
He's keepin' it down so that word can't get out
'Cause he knows that he can't go back
Obey, obey, obey
The only thing that he can say
Obey, obey, obey
The only thing I hear him say
Born into defense
Copin' by myself
There's no hope to be had
Living underground
There's not much time
I think it's runnin' low now
There's not much time
So much has passed
Born into defense
Living underground
If your clothes have holes they don't mean much when you step outside
A body that's crippled and frail once it steps outside the lines
'Cause it can't handle what it's never breathed before
It doesn't know what it's never seen before
Now I've set the stage but I'm not sure you understand
He's got my life in the palms of his hands
I need to grow and mature I need to open up the door
I need to shut the fuck up I feel his footsteps on the floor
Obey, obey, obey
The only thing that he can say
Obey, obey, obey
The only words I hear him say
Born into defense
Copin' by myself
There's no hope to be had
Living underground
There's not much time
I think it's runnin' low now
There's not much time
So much has passed
Born into defense
Living underground
Manipulative son of a bitch
If I'm gonna die I won't leave without a fight
I don't know if I can take him but I'll sure as hell try
Now
Now
Now
Now
Writer(s): Julian Worden
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