Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Winston McCall
Vocals
Ben Gordon
Drums
Jai O'Connor
Bass Guitar
Jeff Ling
Electric Guitar
Luke Kilpatrick
Electric Guitar
Jia O'Connor
Bass
Anthony Kalabretta
Synthesizer Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Winston McCall
Songwriter
Ben Gordon
Songwriter
Jeff Ling
Songwriter
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Hadjichristou
Producer
Dean Hadjichristou
Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Enockson
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh
Your heart, your home, your voice, it's got a price tag
Sign in blood, bury your rights in a body bag
They're feeding fear through the fault lines
You heard it here first, they got your freedoms on the front line
Primetime, the noose at our throats
Our liberties hands run with blood of the scapegoats
So tell me, how can we demonize
When we can't see life through another's eyes?
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
Fear rolls like a reaper through the streets of the lost
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
But in the eyes of the storm
The truth drops like a bomb
The truth drops like a bomb
The battle is on
Hands in chains for a fist full of dollars
Who do we blame for the holes in our knowledge?
The past you know has been written by the victor
So I ask you now, who is it writing your future?
The butcher, the liar, the thief, or the killer?
Your freedom died quiet in the halls of power
Starved for peace, we'll eat war until it kills us
Six feet deep with a belly full of bullets, oh
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
Fear rolls like a reaper through the streets of the lost
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
But in the eyes of the storm
The truth drops like a bomb
The truth drops like a bomb
The battle is on, oh
The hate runs deep, but our hopes cut deeper
Now we walk through the valley in the shadow of the reaper
Money talks, and it's speaking in tongues
They put a price on our soul like they had already won
Now open wide, I see their jaws locked tight
Silent in the moment like prey in the floodlights
The signal is static, baptised in fire
Now we see how they talk with a mouth full of barbed wire
Absolute power
Absolute power
Absolute power
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
Absolute power
Absolute power
Absolute power
Absolute power corrupts
The truth drops like a bomb
The truth drops like a bomb
The battle is on
The truth drops like a-
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, huh
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall
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