Cult Following

歌詞

Cut your other ties. This ain't the only battlefield I can televise Ego is an armor, so put the camera down And face it They went and got complacent Come and run with me You say you stand for nothing No one else can relate Just know the company you keep Is in the business of hate Are you afraid? (Don't run away) (I'm close to getting paid) I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest Go and shoot shoot shoot Aww baby did you miss? Ricochet Ricochet You can think about me any time Of any day Forget your street fights This a trench war I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor Getting thirsty for collision Let them wonder what they're missing In the front row(Front lines) (Lock and load) (Now here we go) This ain't a lifeline Its a call-to-arms Become the risen The unforgiven Make a decision If you're looking for permission to riot You got it wrong Say goodbye to your identity Click, flash Now you belong The situation isn't fluid at all Took out my reddest paints and markers and I ruined the wall It's not that complicated, I could choose to run, but I crawl To slit the ankles of the skeptics who are wishing we fall I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest Go and shoot shoot shoot Aww baby did you miss? Ricochet Ricochet You can think about me any time Of any day Forget your street fights This a trench war I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor Getting thirsty for collision Let them wonder what they're missing In the front row(Front lines) (Lock and load) (Now here we go) This ain't a lifeline It's a call-to-arms Become the risen The unforgiven Make a decision If you're looking for permission to riot You got it wrong Say goodbye to your identity Click, flash. Now you belong I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest They can shoot shoot shoot and we'll see who shoots best Fighting all our battles, know the kind too well They go "ready, set, rage" then they follow us to hell Finger on the trigger, bout to cock it and run Got a lyric in the chamber and McClane holding the gun Forget your street fights This a trench war I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor Getting thirsty for collision Let them wonder what they're missing In the front row(Front lines) (Lock and load) (Now here we go) This ain't a lifeline It's a call-to-arms Become the risen The unforgiven Make a decision If you're looking for permission to riot You got it wrong Say goodbye to your identity Click, flash Now you belong Let them riot onward, lock and loa Stand for nothing, play the coward Stand by someone, you're devoured It's a sick and twisted miscreant's existance Let them riot onward, lock and loa Stand for nothing, play the coward Stand by someone, you're devoured It's a sick and twisted miscreant's existance