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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
To The Grave
To The Grave
Performer
Dane Evans
Dane Evans
Lead Vocals
Jack Simioni
Jack Simioni
Electric Guitar
Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
Electric Bass Guitar
Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
Drums
Luke Ringin
Luke Ringin
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dane Evans
Dane Evans
Songwriter
Jack Simioni
Jack Simioni
Songwriter
Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
Songwriter
Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
Songwriter
Luke Ringin
Luke Ringin
Arranger

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Red dots on the radar
I'd find more guts in a graveyard
Pull it, pull it, do us all a favour
Pussy with a platform, it's target practice when we cross paths
Hollow points in the chamber
[Verse 2]
Fire up the chainsaws
Cut off their limbs
Keep a bullet spare in case I turn into one of them
[Verse 3]
The devil's activist right under the surface
If I died trying it'd be worth it
Drag these clowns back to the circus
[Verse 4]
You made your choice
Stole their voice
Pull it out from underneath you
So fucking funny to be so see-through
The butt of the joke and nobody likes you
[Verse 5]
So I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Tried to drown me in a sea of the shallowest threats
I've seen the rats scatter right into traps, gather behind our backs
I've seen blood circle the drain again and again
I got a bag full of body parts
I heard the scent attracts the next zombie march
Finish the war you started (Anticarnist)
Those so insecure you influence
[Verse 6]
Bearing the mark of the ignorant
[Verse 7]
In one ear and out the other execution style
Backed into a corner, branded ones get slaughtered
[Verse 8]
Do red dot sights make you nervous?
Snakes on a screen, fucking shedding purpose
Do red dot sights make you nervous?
[Verse 9]
You made your choice
Stole their voice
Hide behind clickbait, I know you're a bitch mate
Knife in your spine make you sit straight down
Knife in your spine make you sit straight down
Sit straight down
[Verse 10]
So I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I see a coward to my right and his army on my left
I look into your eyes and see a fully-grown bitch in his bastard habitat
[Verse 11]
Venom dripping from your mouth better off shut
[Verse 12]
SOS is stab on sight when they send shots
Weapons in our hands, point blank headshot
Written by: Dane Evans, Jack Simioni, Luke Ringin, Matt Clarke, Simon O'Malley
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