Black Masks & Gasoline (Demo)
Simply because you can breathe
Doesn't mean you're alive or that you really live
This life here has taken its toll
She just doesn't know how much more she can give
But here, on the top of the world
Where I raise my hands and I clench my fists
And they stand before me below
And I demand the questions that they've not yet asked
And I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) something that you must impress
'Cause I couldn't care less
When God is smashing inside that I have seen right
Yeah, crystal clear
When I'm blooded I'm wet this place one more day
Not just one more year
And I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) something that you must impress
'Cause I couldn't care less
Go inside with acceleration
It's all alone
And it's all your hands now inside
The times, the change, the death of me
Now inside, now it's all your hands now
And I have but a mad rockin' dream
But it involves black masks and gasoline
White doubts on these slots, white sense it screams
And I want that sergeant's back round on me
But I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) something that you must impress
'Cause I couldn't care less
Doesn't mean you're alive or that you really live
This life here has taken its toll
She just doesn't know how much more she can give
But here, on the top of the world
Where I raise my hands and I clench my fists
And they stand before me below
And I demand the questions that they've not yet asked
And I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) something that you must impress
'Cause I couldn't care less
When God is smashing inside that I have seen right
Yeah, crystal clear
When I'm blooded I'm wet this place one more day
Not just one more year
And I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) something that you must impress
'Cause I couldn't care less
Go inside with acceleration
It's all alone
And it's all your hands now inside
The times, the change, the death of me
Now inside, now it's all your hands now
And I have but a mad rockin' dream
But it involves black masks and gasoline
White doubts on these slots, white sense it screams
And I want that sergeant's back round on me
But I don't understand where you got this idea
So, deeply ingrained in your head
(That is why) 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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