Rounds

Go, propagating disposable
All that is weak and absurd
Informational nothing
Filling the mind

When it comes down
Who will be left?
We will see in the end

Letting them rip
Hanging them high
Nothing left to pretend

Wolves are waiting to tear it all down
Bare all of the teeth when it's time
Can you see? Can you stand? (Stand)
Who will fight, who will give in?
Stand!

When it comes down
Who will be left?
We will see in the end

Letting them rip
Hanging them high
Fire the rounds of the truth

Keep on drinking it up
While they circle you in
Wiping you off of the face of the earth
Turn your back before it's too late



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Adam Necochea
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