Here They Lie
Hold your head it's about to pop
Once the ride starts it never stops
It just keeps on turning 'til your stomach drops
We are but cogs
Only designed to do what they say
You swear we're free
I say we're slaves
Show me exactly where you see paradise
Cause I can't seem to burn it into my mind
Your promise land sounds so nice
But it's just a device
Please
Listen up
To my words
They just want
To put you
In the dirt
They don't care
Be aware
Please wake up
Don't be clones
Are you there
Lights are on
But no ones fucking home
Fuck
I'm alone
They're all drones
Please send help
No ones ever out there
S
SOS
Save our ship
It's lead by
Hypocrites
I think they're in my head
I can feel them rearranging wires
I can't see
Where I am
But I know I'm not safe
I'm stuck in this
God awful place
Where I repent
For what I didn't know I did
Where
They replay
My mistakes
I have made
Drain my will to fight back
Take
Take my tongue
So I can't
Make a sound
Take me to the red mud
Put
Put me down
Wrap me up
In plastic
Bury me under the town
No one listens to the words of an outcast
Now you'll have the same fate
Blinded by promises of gold
Swindled by faith
Are you proud of what you follow has done
Does it make you feel like you won?
Does it make you feel like you won?
Judge, jury, executioner
What the fuck are you doing here?
They rule with an iron fist
And they live off fear
So
Stay away
These lands breed nothing but hate
The way they think
Will suffocate
Your every breathe
Talking about love
With a hole in their chest
Saying they give chances
But hand out impossible tests
You're no god
Shut up
I don't wanna hear it
Fuck off
You just keep laying it on too thick
Weak people with weak minds
Cowards walking around with no spines
I can't believe you've made it this far in life
I see you
You're no god
Bitch
Once the ride starts it never stops
It just keeps on turning 'til your stomach drops
We are but cogs
Only designed to do what they say
You swear we're free
I say we're slaves
Show me exactly where you see paradise
Cause I can't seem to burn it into my mind
Your promise land sounds so nice
But it's just a device
Please
Listen up
To my words
They just want
To put you
In the dirt
They don't care
Be aware
Please wake up
Don't be clones
Are you there
Lights are on
But no ones fucking home
Fuck
I'm alone
They're all drones
Please send help
No ones ever out there
S
SOS
Save our ship
It's lead by
Hypocrites
I think they're in my head
I can feel them rearranging wires
I can't see
Where I am
But I know I'm not safe
I'm stuck in this
God awful place
Where I repent
For what I didn't know I did
Where
They replay
My mistakes
I have made
Drain my will to fight back
Take
Take my tongue
So I can't
Make a sound
Take me to the red mud
Put
Put me down
Wrap me up
In plastic
Bury me under the town
No one listens to the words of an outcast
Now you'll have the same fate
Blinded by promises of gold
Swindled by faith
Are you proud of what you follow has done
Does it make you feel like you won?
Does it make you feel like you won?
Judge, jury, executioner
What the fuck are you doing here?
They rule with an iron fist
And they live off fear
So
Stay away
These lands breed nothing but hate
The way they think
Will suffocate
Your every breathe
Talking about love
With a hole in their chest
Saying they give chances
But hand out impossible tests
You're no god
Shut up
I don't wanna hear it
Fuck off
You just keep laying it on too thick
Weak people with weak minds
Cowards walking around with no spines
I can't believe you've made it this far in life
I see you
You're no god
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Rene Jeffers, Dalton Eric Gutierrez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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