Violence and Instruments

Play, just don't leave me out
All I ever wanted was for you and I to stand on solid ground
Oh, and don't drag me down
'cause I've already sunk up to my neck
This quicksand used to be my town
They know, and I know that they know,
If situations that arise
Can find sustenance
We know where they are bound
Oh, we created this and we hate this
Oh it's always the other side that can see in

Wait, offshore in this boat
I promise no more promises but swear this is the last
breath that I'll hold And stare, stare out the window
And look upon the world with perfect vision but see
nothing there at all And cold, a cold that is painful
The kind of cold that's cured by
Violence and instruments
And a soundtrack will unfold
Feet, buried in concrete
Bound and gagged and tossed
Over the side by my first mate
We created this and we hate this
Oh it's always the other side that can see in
That can see... in... oh That can see in
That can see in... oh



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Haney, Paul Hollingsworth, Ryan Walters
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