Featured In

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliot Mitchell Lozier
Elliot Mitchell Lozier
Songwriter

Lyrics

Salt the wound or rip off the bandages
Barricaded in the confines of this tomb
Of total relentless
Eradication of our human empathy
Herd the laughing stock into their grieving graves
No remorse at all until the gun is turned in their own face
Will we ever be free
From the ridicule of man
A joke that we can't stand
Your immoral compass points to true decay
An impervious curse that's armed with disarray
I, I can't believe my eyes
We're all so content condemning death
Have we forgotten what it even means to die
Footholds are failing
We're barely holding on but we're losing grip
Death threats unveiling
I used to have hope but it's starting to slip
Material frenzy
You condemn your enemy
Violence begets violence
The vicious cycle links
Have we all become what we despise
Are we all blindly desensitized
I wanna smash this vehicle
I wanna break the wheel
I'm afraid that it might be too late
To turn around
Herd the laughing stock into their grieving graves
No remorse at all until the gun is turned in their own face
Will we ever be free
From the ridicule of man
A joke that we can't stand
Your immoral compass points to true decay
An impervious curse that's armed with disarray
I, I can't believe my eyes
We're all so content condemning death
Have we forgotten what it even means to die
Footholds are failing
We're barely holding on but we're losing grip
Death threats unveiling
I used to have hope but it's starting to slip
I don't know why we've forgotten what it means to die
I don't know why we've forgotten what it means to die
I don't know why we've forgotten what it means to die
I don't know why we've forgotten what it means to die
Written by: Elliot Mitchell Lozier
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out