Welcome To Stop
New recruits parley
To the quotient of the day.
Their resolve is strong in wanting to matter.
They say, "ergot, ergot.
We have no home,
Except the one that makes us stop and say,
'This is where the weathered wear lines like armour.
And every clock is like another widowed mother
Born to suffer'.
So we scream Bloody Murder,
Evil failure playing martyr.
And now we wait for the orders."
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
I can't lie I got potshots lined up. Red
dots so bright they'll blind you.
Red tape so they can't trace us
Ballistically we remain nameless.
Turn the page 'cause you just got famous.
Sabotage or serenade.
Complacency capitulates,
Underneath the open sky tonight.
Slowing to a pace not fit for your appraisal.
Lay down your sword and be thankful
Biding time for idle rifles
Is a trick without a trade.
A trick without a...
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We can't save you
From knowing the
Curse Of The Longest Day.
The cause and cure all
Come from having
The sense to know it was high time to escape
So, welcome to stop.
Where progress halts.
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow, flow, flow...
To the quotient of the day.
Their resolve is strong in wanting to matter.
They say, "ergot, ergot.
We have no home,
Except the one that makes us stop and say,
'This is where the weathered wear lines like armour.
And every clock is like another widowed mother
Born to suffer'.
So we scream Bloody Murder,
Evil failure playing martyr.
And now we wait for the orders."
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
I can't lie I got potshots lined up. Red
dots so bright they'll blind you.
Red tape so they can't trace us
Ballistically we remain nameless.
Turn the page 'cause you just got famous.
Sabotage or serenade.
Complacency capitulates,
Underneath the open sky tonight.
Slowing to a pace not fit for your appraisal.
Lay down your sword and be thankful
Biding time for idle rifles
Is a trick without a trade.
A trick without a...
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We can't save you
From knowing the
Curse Of The Longest Day.
The cause and cure all
Come from having
The sense to know it was high time to escape
So, welcome to stop.
Where progress halts.
I am...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow.
We are...
Hostage...
To the...
Ebb and...
Flow, flow, flow...
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Haege, Jay Winebrenner, Jason Pellicci
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