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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Morrow
Justin Morrow
Bass Guitar
Vinny Mauro
Vinny Mauro
Drums
Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
Lead Guitar
Chris Motionless
Chris Motionless
Lead Vocals
Knocked Loose
Knocked Loose
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Fulk
Andrew Fulk
Songwriter
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Songwriter
Justin deBlieck
Justin deBlieck
Songwriter
Steve Sopchak
Steve Sopchak
Songwriter
Tom Hane
Tom Hane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin deBlieck
Justin deBlieck
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Producer

Lyrics

Break down the wall again You made a deal with the devil in a bloodbath Now there's a price on your head, seal the contract Automatic, systematic We want our pound of flesh and we slice thick Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, no successors Flip the script and oppress the oppressors Finding strength as we sift through the carnage We want our pound of flesh and we'll take it You fucking fascist You fucking pig You sit back as we collapse, packaged up and sold for scraps Evade the butcher's tax, then write us off And it's hard to stop the bleeding, hung from hooks and barely breathing But we'll break, break, break down the wall again You tell your stories of the things that you've been through But they're as false as the teeth that you lie through Nobody's buying, but you sell, sell, sell In the land of the free, you're a slave to your wealth, oh You fucking fascist Die, you fucking pig This is the consequence of opulence You sit back as we collapse, left to fight over scraps While you auction off our backs to buy your crown (force-fed the lies) And it's hard to stop the bleeding hung from hooks and barely breathing But we'll break, break, break down the wall again Break, break, break down the wall One mutilation under God God in the cross, devil in the nails What you gonna buy with all your money in Hell? God in the cross, devil in the nails What you gonna buy with all your money in Hell? You sit back as we collapse, packaged up and sold for scraps While you auction off our backs to pay the tax (eye for an eye) Victims of your invention, all we've got are cruel intentions But we'll break, break, break down the wall again Break, break, break down the wall again Cut you up, cut you up, cut you down at your knees Watch you beg like a rat for your luxuries Cut you up, cut you up, rip the teeth from your mouth You won't survive in your slaughterhouse, die Cut you up, cut you up, cut you down at your knees Watch you beg like a rat for your luxuries Cut you up, cut you up, rip the teeth from your mouth You won't survive in your slaughterhouse
Writer(s): Tom Hane, Andrew Fulk, Justin Deblieck, Chris Cerulli, Stephen Sopchak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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