Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Wilhelm Scream
Performer
Trevor Reilly
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Robinson
Composer
Mike Supina
Composer
Nicholas Angelini
Composer
Nuno Pereira
Composer
Trevor Reilly
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor Reilly
Producer
James Whitten
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I see the rats and vultures infiltrate and cause confusion
I'm ducking belly camping cowards, hoping to stay human
We can't afford to give up or suffer through friendships lost, strained, or left to rot
Hey bud, kick rocks, fuck that loser talk
[Verse 2]
Anonymous bigot, race baiter, wanna call us names, but
Know that we grow stronger in the face of threats and danger
We remain resolute in our position
Won't be scared by petulant babies
Trying to relate to this disgusting game of hate
No one ever wins but we play it all the same
It's not too late, destroy the structure that rewards glut and decay
You wipe that conditioned man on a mission look right off your face
[Verse 3]
You told us we had better run away and find some shelter
We took it to the street 'cause we don't really care no better
The millionaires that you defended
Weaponized teens that you protected
Come get your man, it's fucking pathetic
[Verse 4]
Crippled by a lack of sack and constant indignation
Content to burn and bury facts, but not misinformation
All cloak, no dagger, you got that toothless tiger swagger
(Dumb fuck) You're the puppet, not the master
Disgusting game of hate, no one ever wins but we play it all the same
It's not too late, destroy the structure that rewards glut and decay
We've traded away knowledge for sound bites, the tripe that they gave us to chew
Be cool, this boot's for you
[Verse 5]
So quick to throw it all away (Oh yeah)
Watch the ranks get thinner by the day (Oh yeah)
I would offer love unconditionally but all you wanted was disharmony
[Verse 6]
So now we're back on this shit, man, it's exhausting
Christmas is cancelled, turns out your dad's a Nazi
My temper's running hot, I'm reaching top speed
You won't believe the depths achieved
These soft-brained bullies get away with coordinated attacks against democracy
Don't get it twisted, neither party is mine, it's all a fallacy
So let's stop claiming sets and don't forget it's power to the people above all else
When that makes sense, we might just stand a chance
[Verse 7]
Take the loot, get the money
Take the loot, get the money
Take the loot, get the money
Take the loot, get the money
[Verse 8]
And as they sit down for dinner at their fifty thousand dollar plates
I think what's got you so terrified
Written by: Brian Robinson, Mike Supina, Nicholas Angelini, Nuno Pereira, Trevor Reilly