Music: Paul Gala/PHFAT/James Deacon
Lyrics: Paul Gala/Mia van Wyk
You ran with the wrong crowds
You got spat out
By a small town
You gave your heart on a platter
But that didn’t matter
You were only a number
And when the wolves came knocking
Bloodthirsty and circling
The world cracked you open
They took your foundation
You found no salvation
In the ones who held themselves
Holy
They don’t matter now
Who are “they”?
Unholy
Pretty painted graves
Nothing more
Unholy
They love watching you
When you fall
Unholy
One day you’ll be free
They’ll still be
Unholy
Keep these horrors hidden
Underneath your thick skin
Don’t you ever let them
In
Keep your head
Above the waves
Hold your heart
So it won’t break
Don’t you ever let them
Win
PHFAT RAP:
They don't really matter much, they never did
Holy don't mean shit to me
Holy don’t mean
‘Cos evil is as evil does,
And evil ain't much except each of us
And blood red hand scream "Catch the ****s!"
Lies feed fools and we eat them up.
Try speak truth but we're too damn scared
We try see through shit. Cool that fear.
We might seem neutral, pull that move
Baby I'm just evil like you...