Music: Livingston Matthews/Frank L. Walton, Jr./Brittany Foushee/Greg Saldate
Lyrics: Livingston Matthews/Frank L. Walton, Jr./Brittany Foushee/Greg Saldate
I don't know if it's in the record store yet
But I wanna pick it up
So, what's up?
It don’t feel right (It don't, it don't)
It don’t feel right (Ooooo)
It's all in the stars
By ways of Mars
With my dark
With my dark
Always standing on
Betting on my fault
Monetary Gods
Never shoot your guards
Power
You do anything for power
Our presence with the Lords
Infiltrate our Gods
We blame it what we are
This is ours
No don't you cry no more
Had to be made 'cause the pain
Ooo whoa
Try to stay sane