Lyrics: Harrison Seanor
Music: Nick Manzella/Anthony Salvaggio/Chris Arnold
Wake the **** up
And welcome back to the real shit
That heel shit front row for the violence
Swingstyle on that east coast shit
You mother****ers
I see it all so clear now it’s
Everybody’s so real now **** it
You got your grip on the scene how
I'm putting my foot down in the dirt
No room here
I don’t know what this has come to be
Dwelling on the edge of sanity
And the cycle repeats
Dealing with a new low it’s the same shit
What has this all come to be
Dealing with a new low ****ing face it
What has this all come to be
Convoluted
No giving in to fear now it’s
Another way they steer the crowd **** it
I have control of the here and now
I'm finally taking back what was owed
Karma
But for us there’s no compromise
For them there’s no room to deny it
A lackluster performance
Guiding the way you remove and erase
From lies and conjectures to forcing the blame
I’m done
I’ve kept my mouth shut
With my head to the ground
Until you test my patience
I’ll ****ing drag you out
This is a new low