Counterpunch Tear It Down
It's a great day for addiction, so you can save
yourself again
From drowning in all the false hope of everything we've
come to trust
All this time blending in, denying what we have within
A false sense of identity masquerading as security
So batten down the hatches boys it's time to take
control
With fists raised high our voices cry
Who the f..ck's willing to help salvage our lives
We won't be held responsible, responsible for this
Nation state, along for the ride in this hell-bound
state of grace
It's just below the surface and you can scratch it if
you try
So start peeling away the tattered layers and stop
living this lie
Take your life back from them biting at the hand that
keeps you
Comfortably numb to it all while it's tearing apart and
the seems
So batten down the hatches boys it's time to take
control
With fists raised high our voices cry
Who the f..ck's willing to help salvage our lives
We won't be held responsible, responsible for this
This fat cat can't fit his crown
So stand right up
Who is it that you believe?
Why don't you tell me
Just what you want me to hear
They built this up so we can tear it all back down
Each brick by brick
Will take its turn and fall
Scream aloud as I'm still deafened by the silence of
all this sound
We won't be held responsible, responsible for this
