Lyrics: Ronnie Radke/Tyler Smyth/Tech N9ne/Jason Richardson
Music: Ronnie Radke/Tyler Smyth/Tech N9ne/Jason Richardson/Luke Holland
Once upon a time, everything was alright
I used to feel safe, not a worry in sight
Then I grew up, quickly realized
The world is a ****ed up place sometimes
Death is at your door
Reaching in from the other side
It's time to cut the cord
Hangin' on like a parasite (Go!)
Hangin' on like a parasite
Hangin' on like a parasite
Don't hesitate, you're hangin' on for your life
Don't hesitate, you're reachin' out for the light
Walking on a razor's edge
My blood runs black, I'm not your friend
Pull from the depths of the thirty-six chambers
Ah!
Ah, pull the trigger, give a bullet to a stranger, nice
Ah, pull from the depths of the thirty-six chambers
Pull the trigger, give a bullet to a stranger
I don't wanna die, but I'm not gonna live
In a place so cold, in a world like this
Crucify me, it's blasphemy
Throw me in the fire, let me burn for eternity
Burn for eternity
I will never be the one
That'll ever back down
Never turn around and run
Never, never, never back down
Deep into the trench of a place unknown
Lies a dead man, clutched to the bottom of a throne
At the bottom of a hole that nobody wants to go
It's the devil that you know that's got a hold up on your wicked soul
Damn!
What is up in your mind? Are you thinkin' the devil is makin' the crime?
Or the people are evil, and never no demon design
The opposite of a divine?
No!
Yes!
The hell is in front of you, side and behind? (Behind)
I can feel every sign of a human decline (Sign, decline)
I'm believin' the time is upon us when all of our people are blind! (Blind)
Yo!
Red rain, saw it fallin' from a tower's dead plane
Head bang, Mandalay Bay Hotel, lotta lead came
Sex change could get you caught up in death's range
He pled sane but really imitating Ed Gein
How did we get this way? Negative shit to say when we get this way
Havin' a fit today
So you wanna make a bitch decay
My son's mom went gone, it was really wrong
I thought I was gonna
Vomit, searching for my son
But I didn't go John Muhammad
So the devil's right here
On this level, wipe tears
That's 'cause when rebels ready to pop the heavy metal, why fear?
Abomination, they been fakin'
Consecration hatin', western education
Got that killer on a kid, I gotta chase em'
Go!
Go!
Spiraling out of control
And deeper down the rabbit hole
Never gonna let them get the most of what they'll have to resurrect
You're sick to death, better take me down
I don't give a ****, this disgrace to God
Yeah
Never gonna let them get the most of what they'll have to resurrect
Don't give a ****, this disgrace to God