Shock in the Hotel Falcon
Woke up this morning to the empty charges
I've got the feeling it's the same all over the world
A nightmare of noise without movement
Laws of fashion stealing hearts and precious minds
Today we're looking over our shoulders
Tonight they're rounding up the traitors
Open season on the outlaws running free
We've got shock troopers in the hotel falcon
It's a game of betrayal cause you're not just like them
Walking shadows in a contraband brigade
(they're all) hypnotized by the deadbeat slogans
Behind the dust there's just a man in uniform
Recreation is their revolution
So special they forgot their dignity
Today we're looking over our shoulders
Tonight they're rounding up the traitors
Open season on the black sheep running free
We've got shock troopers in the hotel falcon
It's a game of betrayal cause you're not just like them
Walking shadows in a contraband brigade
(now we) come together in the streets like soldiers
Feeling the tension of our brain-dead history
We're gonna blot out all the colors of violence
We're gonna burn their flags
Burn their flags
Burn their flags
Burn the colors of violence
Burn the colors of violence
Burn the colors of violence
I've got the feeling it's the same all over the world
A nightmare of noise without movement
Laws of fashion stealing hearts and precious minds
Today we're looking over our shoulders
Tonight they're rounding up the traitors
Open season on the outlaws running free
We've got shock troopers in the hotel falcon
It's a game of betrayal cause you're not just like them
Walking shadows in a contraband brigade
(they're all) hypnotized by the deadbeat slogans
Behind the dust there's just a man in uniform
Recreation is their revolution
So special they forgot their dignity
Today we're looking over our shoulders
Tonight they're rounding up the traitors
Open season on the black sheep running free
We've got shock troopers in the hotel falcon
It's a game of betrayal cause you're not just like them
Walking shadows in a contraband brigade
(now we) come together in the streets like soldiers
Feeling the tension of our brain-dead history
We're gonna blot out all the colors of violence
We're gonna burn their flags
Burn their flags
Burn their flags
Burn the colors of violence
Burn the colors of violence
Burn the colors of violence
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Maryansky, James Thomas Minor, Joshua Timothy Strawn, Ryan Joseph Rayhill
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