SFHM
We are the voice of the south
And advancing forth
Like a steadfast crusade
This is an all out war
We are the face of a generation
With a foreseen fate
Turn your back and run
There is no escape
We are the warriors in combat
For the immortal God
Relentless indignation
Pitch us your best shot
We are the boys from the swamp
Your nightmare train
Tear up the cycle
And kill them trends
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
We are the rivals with the strength
Of blue twisted steel
This is a call to arms
Now turn in your appeals
We are the sons of ancient valor
And what lies beyond
Suit up, drop out
For our time isn't long
We are the jab at the chest
Of the modern scene
Turn your nose to the scent
Where we ride free
We are The Other White Meat
Redefining the weight
Bang your heads, break your necks
It's never too late
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
Shut up
Let it rip
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
And advancing forth
Like a steadfast crusade
This is an all out war
We are the face of a generation
With a foreseen fate
Turn your back and run
There is no escape
We are the warriors in combat
For the immortal God
Relentless indignation
Pitch us your best shot
We are the boys from the swamp
Your nightmare train
Tear up the cycle
And kill them trends
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
We are the rivals with the strength
Of blue twisted steel
This is a call to arms
Now turn in your appeals
We are the sons of ancient valor
And what lies beyond
Suit up, drop out
For our time isn't long
We are the jab at the chest
Of the modern scene
Turn your nose to the scent
Where we ride free
We are The Other White Meat
Redefining the weight
Bang your heads, break your necks
It's never too late
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
Shut up
Let it rip
This world is condescending
Yet they're in destitution
In a wasteland full of pretending
Credits
Writer(s): Ben M. Bontrager, Caleb J. Mcintire, Heath M. Horr, Joey M. Cordero
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