Head In The Sand, Finger On The Trigger

What in the post-apocalyptic fucked up shit is this?
I'll tell you how you save the kids, you've got to let them live

I don't wanna be here anymore, this place is fucking sickening

I don't wanna be here anymore, we're scapegoats for all your killing

Bones sit on the throne and they are cutting all our throats
These demons from the past have vowed to kill us all

I wasn't born to take your shit (not listening)
6000 years and this is it? (not listening)

I'm suffocating

You don't wanna know (over and over)
You don't wanna know (over and over)

Everything is burning but you wanna cut me down, I'm suffocating
But you don't wanna know

Watch me rise from the ashes and give you all my disease
Wipe the blood off my fingers, turn up 100 degrees
Crawling out of the shadows, my hands rise out of the grave
If our existence is fragile, why are you all so afraid?
Our overdue resurrection, the one that crashes the sea
Everything that you fear is hiding underneath
If you're afraid of the monsters well then you just wait and grieve
Maybe this is the moment you thought you'd never live to see

They're always watching (watching), but they learn nothing (nothing)
They're always watching (watching), but they learn nothing (nothing)

Oh will we ever learn to just leave well enough alone?
You dug too deep and dug our graves
You've sentenced all the kids you saved

They're always watching, but they learn nothing
History repeats itself

You don't wanna know (over and over)
You don't wanna know (over and over)

Everything is burning but you wanna cut me down, I'm suffocating
But you don't wanna, but you don't wanna know

You don't wanna

You don't wanna know

You don't wanna



Credits
Writer(s): Ieuan Jones, Rae Brazill, Robert Arkle, Brianna Flasch, John Akhurst
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