1. |
Outbreak
03:09
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Lyrics by Jack Adkin
VERSE
There’s an outbreak on our hands
And its spreading across our lands
It’s on the people to set an example and stop the rate it expands
CHORUS
Hope for change to beat the hands of time
final day you’ve taken all that’s mine
VERSE
And when the damage starts to subside
And when we can see the other side
Respect the new found, holy shit bound way to be revived
ENDING
Never the same
There’s no one to blame
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2. |
On The Line
03:51
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What cha hiding?
We’ve been listening
What is on the line?
Reaching inwards
Looking backwards
Buy yourself more time
Time is up now
Something you know
What is it this time?
Pushing forwards
Strength in numbers
Buy yourself more crime
If you could just
Get off our back
Thought we made this clear
We don’t need you
You just can’t see
All are welcome here
When you sit back
Throw you off track
You never make it clear
Keep on lying
Never trying
We don't want you here
Turn a blind eye
What might we find
No ones laughing now
We’re reacting
Keep distracting
All are welcome here
We want you to get off our back
We need you to get off our back
We’re still waiting
Anticipating
We know your next move
Fear won’t beat us
Best believe us
We don't want you here
End is here now
What do you know?
This was all your fault
Close your eyes then
No surprise there
We don't want you here
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3. |
Fortunate Son
02:18
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Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no
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4. |
A Thirst Unquenched
03:59
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We are the creatures of the night, hidden from daylight.
Let loose, we’re savages, and our thirst will not subside.
One drop is all it takes before we’ve got ‘the taste’.
Our path is laden with a host of grave mistakes.
Euphoric bliss is felt behind our bloodshot eyes,
As we howl towards the moon.
Bathing in chaos, laying waste to darkened streets.
One drop is all it will take…
A thirst unquenched.
This thirst won’t end.
This towns been terrorized by our obstreperous swarm.
We won’t apologise. Each night our flames reborn.
Like moths we’re drawn to light, where bodies intertwine.
We raise our glasses high to an evening so divine.
Euphoric bliss is felt behind our bloodshot eyes,
As we howl towards the moon.
Bathing in chaos, laying waste to darkened streets.
One drop is all it will take…
A thirst unquenched.
This thirst won’t end.
I feel so alive around all these dead men.
I feel so alive around all these dead men.
I feel so alive around all these dead men.
I feel so alive around all these dead men.
Euphoric bliss is felt behind our bloodshot eyes,
As we howl towards the moon.
Bathing in chaos, laying waste to darkened streets.
One drop is all it will take…
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