Hold The Line
How can we really be part of their ways
Flock of repent goats
Client service and corporate plays
Thrusted down our throats
I am giving now everything left in my hands
Shoot what you can't hit
Greed is weak, it calls for amends
And pulls us down with it
I just want to get out of its way
I'm not going down
I just want to get out of its way
I'm not going down
Time to break the sound of silence
The foul chain left here to stay
Time to wake up
I slowly raise that white-collared neck of mine, so
too sick of doing this, so please, hold the line.
Right! Now I try to run with this greed behind my back
I have to prove myself, or trying break my neck
Devoid of human touch, results are all too low
You always do as much - another reason to let go
The more I stall in the nets of my mistakes
(I fall) The faster I fall
When you're spinning around the dream that goes down the drain
Well, grieve as you calm yourself with lies, fool; All this is a fucking nightmare
You work to live and live to work and this circle never ends
So, please, hold the line
Time to break the sound of silence
The foul chain left here to stay
Time to wake up
I slowly raise that white-collared neck of mine, so
Too sick of doing this, so please, hold the line.
Flock of repent goats
Client service and corporate plays
Thrusted down our throats
I am giving now everything left in my hands
Shoot what you can't hit
Greed is weak, it calls for amends
And pulls us down
Flock of repent goats
Client service and corporate plays
Thrusted down our throats
I am giving now everything left in my hands
Shoot what you can't hit
Greed is weak, it calls for amends
And pulls us down with it
I just want to get out of its way
I'm not going down
I just want to get out of its way
I'm not going down
Time to break the sound of silence
The foul chain left here to stay
Time to wake up
I slowly raise that white-collared neck of mine, so
too sick of doing this, so please, hold the line.
Right! Now I try to run with this greed behind my back
I have to prove myself, or trying break my neck
Devoid of human touch, results are all too low
You always do as much - another reason to let go
The more I stall in the nets of my mistakes
(I fall) The faster I fall
When you're spinning around the dream that goes down the drain
Well, grieve as you calm yourself with lies, fool; All this is a fucking nightmare
You work to live and live to work and this circle never ends
So, please, hold the line
Time to break the sound of silence
The foul chain left here to stay
Time to wake up
I slowly raise that white-collared neck of mine, so
Too sick of doing this, so please, hold the line.
Flock of repent goats
Client service and corporate plays
Thrusted down our throats
I am giving now everything left in my hands
Shoot what you can't hit
Greed is weak, it calls for amends
And pulls us down
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Writer(s): Nick Shumskiy
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