Stop Standing On My Neck
A scene that shines upon the bow
It breaks the wave
It takes the understanding
And buries it with double speak
The dream confined
It finds the time
To wake the world that's been left with demanding
Stop standing on my neck
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
Sold enough to buy the stage
Backed by guns and love for only country
Look me in the eyes and say
Everyone is out to get
You let the talking heads
Undo your sanity
Speak and spell the righteous way.
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
We are
We are
Human
Beings
We are
We are
Human
Beings
You whistle and the dogs come lick
The boots until the end
The leather candy
Shoots the apple off your head
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
It breaks the wave
It takes the understanding
And buries it with double speak
The dream confined
It finds the time
To wake the world that's been left with demanding
Stop standing on my neck
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
Sold enough to buy the stage
Backed by guns and love for only country
Look me in the eyes and say
Everyone is out to get
You let the talking heads
Undo your sanity
Speak and spell the righteous way.
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
We are
We are
Human
Beings
We are
We are
Human
Beings
You whistle and the dogs come lick
The boots until the end
The leather candy
Shoots the apple off your head
We've got to show them our bones
Don't belong in the mud
They're conditioned that the air we breathe
Is measured in drops of blood
Half-measures for those
Too afraid of the flood
Caught you standing on the precipice
Only bleeding for status quo and god
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Sicard
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