Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SNAYX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Herridge
Composer
Oliver Hörner
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sing that song
Weaponize the young
Marching to the drum
Soon, the day will come
[Verse 2]
Sing that song
Weaponize the young
Marching to the drum
Soon, the day will come
[Verse 3]
Tip toes
I'm creeping like I'm paranoid
Or maybe just a little insecure
But they're poisoning our minds
With divisive opinions
And dignity cast aside
[Verse 4]
Brothers and sisters are terrified
The future is unknown
The bones beneath the ground are trembling
As they radicalise us all
[Verse 5]
An eye for an eye
Will make the world go blind
Perhaps that's why
None of us can see the truth
Anymore
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Verse 6]
Fake news
Paints a picture so disfigured
It's practically a caricature
Read between the lines and you'll find nothing's black and white
But instead, it's red
Because some people wound up dead, and that's on you
Yeah, that one's on you
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Refrain]
We're just strays, just the throwaways
Drifting on the wind, I'm a stranger in my skin
Nothing left for me, but left foot, right foot
No one knows the way, a little further every day
I can safely say
I'll meet you on the way down
[Verse 7]
I'm just an afterthought
The aftermath of alcohol
Why would I waste my time?
Head down, move along
My opinion's always wrong
We're just dead inside
Weak and empty
We were all just sold down the river
No intention to deliver
On your promises
Instead, we'll just be
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Refrain]
We're just strays, just the throwaways
Drifting on the wind, I'm a stranger in my skin
Nothing left for me, but left foot, right foot
No one knows the way, a little further every day
I can safely say
I'll meet you on the way down
[Bridge]
Ring-a-ring a roses, a pocket full of posies
Down
A tissue, a tissue, we all fall down
Down
Ring-a-ring a roses, a pocket full of posies
Down
A tissue, a tissue, we all fall down
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
[Chorus]
Marching forward, hands held high
Wasted people
Weaponized
Written by: Charlie Herridge, Oliver Hörner
