Lyrics: Emery Riddle
Music: Emery Riddle
Good for nothing in a world of lies
Baby you’re burning up let’s roll the dice
crowds roaring, show em where your passion lies
That’s what I want, I want the fire in your eyes
Where’s the fire in your eyes
A world of rules that don’t apply
I’d rather take a chance on me than you
This ain’t the kinda luck that your used to
~guitar solo~
You think I’m arrogant, I’m aware of it
It’s in the cards, the costumes, the music I’m ommiting
So turn up the volume
This is the funeral for the living
Four minutes and eleven seconds
Unkillable cursed energy it’s in my veins
It’s never taken more then THIRTY tries
Three in a row the FEVER NEVER LIES
Open carry egos with my distaste concealed
Only fights that I indulge tend to borderline surreal
It seems the mass of people follow suit and fall to kneel
Play the numbers and the odds- premeditated deal
you wanna know where we go?
A place to kill an ego
I’ve made up your mind
No where to run no where to hide