Trace Levels of Dystopia
The dead, the dead, the dead are coming back to life
The dead are coming back to life
Does it hurt you to know that
It doesn't hurt me at all?
Oh how they love to see the mighty fall
Does it make me a bad person
That I can't wait for you to see what's coming?
Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
Eager to hit your spine
This isn't violence no. Fantasy justice yeah
The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
Spite becomes routine
Harrowing questions have easier answers
There will be hell to pay
There will be hell to pay
The dead are coming back
There will be hell to pay
And you see what's coming
Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
Eager to hit your spine
This isn't violence no, fantasy justice yeah
The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
Spite becomes routine
Harrowing questions have easier answers
So crack the chest, open and operate
Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
Send the feet to the fields and the fire
Bill the hands, because there's hell to pay
Because there's hell to pay
Hell to pay
So crack the chest, open and operate
Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
Send the feet to the fields and the fire
Because there's hell to pay
The dead are coming back to life
Does it hurt you to know that
It doesn't hurt me at all?
Oh how they love to see the mighty fall
Does it make me a bad person
That I can't wait for you to see what's coming?
Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
Eager to hit your spine
This isn't violence no. Fantasy justice yeah
The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
Spite becomes routine
Harrowing questions have easier answers
There will be hell to pay
There will be hell to pay
The dead are coming back
There will be hell to pay
And you see what's coming
Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
Eager to hit your spine
This isn't violence no, fantasy justice yeah
The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
Spite becomes routine
Harrowing questions have easier answers
So crack the chest, open and operate
Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
Send the feet to the fields and the fire
Bill the hands, because there's hell to pay
Because there's hell to pay
Hell to pay
So crack the chest, open and operate
Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
Send the feet to the fields and the fire
Because there's hell to pay
Credits
Writer(s): Cory Putman, Matthew Putman, Jeff Alan Hickey, Grayson Stewart, Matthew Marquez
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