Plead
Oh
Strip it down and tear it to pieces
Thank these cunts in formal attire
I've heard enough, kill my brain, make my veins rot
A hearty mouthful of clear contradictions
Oh
Forget all that you love
Forget all that you know
If they take away our vision we can see the bigger picture
We are the calm before the storm
If we read between the lines only God knows what we'll find
We are the calm before the storm
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead their guilt?
As time is spilt
Breathe life into me
Strip it down and tear it to pieces
We're packed up and shipped off to shed blood
We know too much, we self-destruct
No saving grace for our crusade
So come on in, it's about to blow
Will we ever run for tomorrow?
So come on in, it's about to blow
Will we ever run for tomorrow?
You pick our pockets like a fucking thief
(You judge us)
Stood high on your pedestal
(No remorse)
Nothing like the bitter taste of a broken system
Watch us bleed
Just the bitter taste of a broken system
Broken system
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead?
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead their guilt?
As time is spilt
Breathe life into me
Strip it down and tear it to pieces
Thank these cunts in formal attire
I've heard enough, kill my brain, make my veins rot
A hearty mouthful of clear contradictions
Oh
Forget all that you love
Forget all that you know
If they take away our vision we can see the bigger picture
We are the calm before the storm
If we read between the lines only God knows what we'll find
We are the calm before the storm
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead their guilt?
As time is spilt
Breathe life into me
Strip it down and tear it to pieces
We're packed up and shipped off to shed blood
We know too much, we self-destruct
No saving grace for our crusade
So come on in, it's about to blow
Will we ever run for tomorrow?
So come on in, it's about to blow
Will we ever run for tomorrow?
You pick our pockets like a fucking thief
(You judge us)
Stood high on your pedestal
(No remorse)
Nothing like the bitter taste of a broken system
Watch us bleed
Just the bitter taste of a broken system
Broken system
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead?
Behind these walls
Will you hear their call?
Will you make them plead their guilt?
As time is spilt
Breathe life into me
Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Dopson, Cameron Gratton, Louis Hendrich, Makenzie Clague, Theo Welsh
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