Lazarus

In another life We launched a strike Against the ocean And fought the waves The dream we brought to life Got it's throat cut And washed away You crawled into your darkness And acted rotten Flesh decayed And plead with us To keep it shut And leave you with your rage No names to lay The blame down on No words to use as weapons No prize for all your precious charm To win, no firm direction And if inside that second You decide that life is forfeit And cop a hangman's necklace For your fortune I will watch you I saw you in your summer Thought you'd be the light in autumn But every knife Has had a slice and Shadows bleed out longer You talked the sun down from it's place Convinced it night had fallen You lay down in your grave And let a liar kiss your coffin I've eaten my tongue off the plate The taste has made me nauseous Consider this resistance To your only standing orders I don't believe you'd rest in peace I don't believe you can I hope you rise I hope you wake The fuck up dead man This sickness will not end in death This sickness This sickness This sickness Will not end in death Come on dig Push, shake off the dust Wake up the mind Make the blood rush God is never coming back Lazarus There's no justice There's just us So ball your fists And give a fuck If you wanna get up Don't call it a what?! You've been here for years Waiting for a savior That will never appear But here's hoping Words that you hold In your throat Tear you open Crawl through the dark And push back the boulder Cast out the shadow It's all good We older Wiser More inspired And you already know how the rhymes are (FIRE!) Yeah, and I do need to boast Cause this goes out To those we hold close Who die by the record And ride for their folks (Strange Famous!) No love for the ones with no code Hopped on for a second Or a run of some shows But I ain't co-sign shit Motherfucker hell no Those free EPs Ain't worth the download Bet the presence alone Gives you stage fright though Cold killer through the blizzard Where they've driven off the road Kept steady with a slow hand Second to no man Grown man Back on my program I'm so damn Close to the edge But I'm not a ghost yet Two hands fulla hurt I'm a hellified threat Got plans for the purse I'm a settle my debts Never been afraid to die Cause I can't stay dead And that's S-F-R Certified fresh! You suckas! (You gotta go away to come back)