American Standards - Writers Block Party Lyrics
Dancing around like we're marionettesA stutter in our stepA cadence in our breathTo the unimpressedI painted myself into a holeI gave up my heart to find a soulAcquit my crimes but still cast your stonesThe pigs eat filth because it's all they knowAnd the crowds want moreThere's no silence before the stormThe clouds came in and the lights went outWe were guided by the roarSo step inside, find your lightWhen the scavengers come be ready to fightThe promise is now at the edge of a knifeAnd when the blood spills you'll know you're aliveAnd the crowds want moreThey want violence before the stormThe clouds came in and the lights went outWe were guided by the roarYou are owned nothingWe want an easy fixSnake oil burns too quickDaggers of ill intentWith malice towards the heaven sentGive me the ropeI'll tie me downGive me the ropeI'll hang aroundSafe bet, mindsetRemove the spine and the heartSafe bet, mindsetAnd claim what's left as artGive me the ropeI'll tie me downGive me the rope