Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Westbrook
Songwriter
Aaron Hibbert
Songwriter
Gary Dionne
Songwriter
Jeff Sabola
Songwriter
Justin Belden
Songwriter
Lyrics
Second hand's ticking counts the many failures of mankind
Tired eyes open on another day begrudgingly
Futures bought and sold, sentenced to a lesser world
Consequence passed on, while the culprits decompose
They never cared
Historically, the poor have been a valuable resource to the rich and corrupt
Like Earth itself, society can no longer support wealth-hoarding narcissists
Firmly affixed inside a system meant to grind me down
Just comfortable enough to keep giving up moral ground
Treating politics like a weather system
Unavoidable, unstoppable outcome
Your ideology is how you see the world
So don't tell me it's not fucking personal
We just won't care
Oligarchy stacking the deck every chance they get, we are not led by peers
If given no recourse, the scales will balance themselves by force
By whose hands will we bleed?
Hands up! Turn around!
Kneel down, put your face on the ground!
You will be put down if you hesitate!
It won't be my fault, I'll just say I was doing my job
The perks of living in this police state
I close my eyes so I won't see
As I take the bait predictably
Will I ever bite the hand that feeds
While the other steals from those in need
We close our eyes so we won't see
As we take the bait predictably
We will never bite the hand that feeds
while a million others bleed
If we don't try, we all die
Written by: Aaron Hibbert, Brian Westbrook, Gary Dionne, Jeff Sabola, Justin Belden