Flatliners (The)

Big Strum
Come clean, cataclysmic truth Brace yourself, no one's gonna do it for you Grab hold the concept of control And dig it into the side of your skull Wring out all that you've said before Those empty words scraped from charity's shores And just plant your feet in a new daydream Where you're the one with the boot to your teeth Now peel them back, generations of vile Privilege in the shape of a smile I'll be incinerating your blissful ignorance So you can feel how scorched the earth really is Unravel loud in disgrace Just keep digging your own grave Fear now, for all those in cahoots Will be burned straight down to their roots And the stronghold of their era of gold Will be dismantled down to dust from its bones Shine a light on the vermin who hide At the family reunion in plain sight Smashing fascists as quick as you can move Your thumb back and forth as you scroll to your doom Unravel loud in disgrace Just keep digging your own grave Letras de cancionesAs your empire burns it seems That our sound reverberates A cold sweat around your remote control Drains you down to the dire and the dull I can't believe that the god you seek Is but a translation for your hate speech Recognize all the evil that lies Awake at night with a secret to hide Your salvation is sinking you see Into the hands of the bored and blood thirsty From Letras Mania