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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Marshall
Gavin Marshall
Songwriter
David Sandford
David Sandford
Songwriter
Andrew Brown
Andrew Brown
Songwriter
Gareth Ellis
Gareth Ellis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Centrilia
Centrilia
Producer
Steven Jones
Steven Jones
Producer
Mastered by Mike Kalajian @ Rogue Planet Mastering NY USA
Mastered by Mike Kalajian @ Rogue Planet Mastering NY USA
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Lyrics

We're done with talking We're done with pleading Twist the words into a tourniquet Will never stop the bleeding Hate We don't come to preach peace Hate That's not the role of the hunted Hate We want the head of the serpent And to tear the circus down I knew all along This is the worst of all possible worlds You fear the words of the dissident They shake the walls of your kingdom Matasticised, out come the lies out come the knives And now it's all downhill from here The sleeper has awakened And now is the season to listen There's nothing left to fear but fear itself Broken hearts do suffer At the hands of another Animalistic This is death by a thousand cuts I draw the line This is my hill to die on This is a plague on all our houses This is a fire that you can't put out The time where you choose a side This is the end of the fucking line for you You kick the crutch from the cripple Just to feel alive You chose to dance with the devil Turn your head and close your eyes Out come the lies Out come the knives Dehumanised Is this the price we pay for progress? There's nothing left to fear but fear itself Broken hearts do suffer At the hands of another Animalistic This is death by a thousand cuts I draw the line This is my hill to die on They are the face of sorrow The ones you've seen but not heard Scarred by the slings and arrows A sacrificial offering Violence is the voice unheard An expression of the silenced A picture painted in gasoline and broken glass We want the head of the serpent On a silver platter Don't tell me all lives matter You will hear us This is rage This is our rage How many times will you reach for god Before something sharper? How many times will you reach for god And turn the other cheek? It's all downhill from here This is a fire you can't put out It's all downhill from here The writing is on the wall
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