Swellers What's At Stake
False alarm, theres no sympathy for time cut short
The mind is numb to the feelings hooked on life support
To sustain this dead world
Brain alive with faulty wires that run their eyes
Lost in hotels with Bibles under TV guides
Kill them all and hope things get much better
Were all addicts looking for the next fix
Why do we always stare into the headlights?
We can only burn the witch one time
Were falling like power lines
Its too late to start over
Burned alive, but one at a times not fast enough
Adrenaline pumps from the silent screams they hear from up above
Kill them all
And let God make more killers
Its entertainment for the massive empty graves
Why do we always stare into the headlights?
We can only burn the witch one time
Were falling like power lines
Its too late to start over
Sanding wide eyed, they get chills
Waiting for the next one
To burn down
Whats at stake is more than just the martyr
Its us all
Even as heat rises, well watch some smoke fall
What if the departed hoped to be something while you were pointing fingers like a gun?
Is it so hard to see both sides of this?
Your answer is not the only one
You are not the only one
