Systems Lyrics

Systems lyrics

There's a war, there's a clash of sorts

Dead ahead

It's foreign but it's real

Knock, knock, knock

There it sits taxing every move

Your world son

So either get your gun or clean theirs

With the neck of your ego on the chopping block

Sugar memories bring you back to a time when 

Your loudest care was a high chair

Not a number or a name for you to make

This is it 'cause luck moved out last week

No more camp

So shine your saber well

Before you kill a panzer tank with it

Like you told everyone you would

Good bye

Bend and spread or be dead with no history

So live for the luxuries

Cause you can't be a person with your head iced off.