Black Masks & Gasoline
Simply because you can breathe,
Doesn't mean you're alive,
Or that you really live.
This life has taken it's toll
And she just doesn't know,
How much more she can give
But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
They stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
We're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
So here and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
We live, in fear, of our own potential
To win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
And I have an American Dream,
But it involves black masks and gasoline,
One day I'll turn these thoughts into screams,
At a world turned its back down on me
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
Doesn't mean you're alive,
Or that you really live.
This life has taken it's toll
And she just doesn't know,
How much more she can give
But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
They stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
We're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
So here and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
We live, in fear, of our own potential
To win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
And I have an American Dream,
But it involves black masks and gasoline,
One day I'll turn these thoughts into screams,
At a world turned its back down on me
I don't understand where you got this idea,
So deeply ingrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Barnes, Timothy Mcilrath, Todd Mohoney, Joseph Principle
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Nowhere Generation II
- Last Man Standing
- Talking To Ourselves (IDLES Inner Monologue Remix)
- Talking To Ourselves (IDLES Inner Monologue Remix) - Single
- Nowhere Sessions
- Talking To Ourselves (Nowhere Sessions)
- Nowhere Generation - Single
- Nowhere Generation
- The Numbers
- Nowhere Generation (Ghost Note Symphonies)
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