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False Prophet
02:14
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Wake up and smell the napalm
Enough is enough I won't stay calm
Holier than thou
I won't fucking bow
Crawl back in that hole that you came from
It's my fucking life
Don't need your advice
Won't eat from your hand
It's my fucking life
Don't need your advice
I know where I stand
Old habits die hard
Your ego dies harder
Stuck in your ways
Another fucking martyr
False prophet
Sit on your throne
Keep your pity
I got enough of my own
It's my fucking life
Don't need your advice
Won't eat from your hand
It's my fucking life
Don't need your advice
I know where I stand
You're a know-it-all
Nothing to show at all
I don't hear a word coming out of your mouth
Cutting you off
I'm coming to my senses
Said you "had my back"
I never saw you in the trenches
No one else you can blame
Dug yourself your own grave
No one else you can blame
Don't you have any shame?
Dig your own grave
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All Bark/No Bite
01:46
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Every day I wake up living in a world
That I'm forced to share with scum like you
With an authority complex
Distorting the truth
You preach your personal gospel
It's all that you can do
Who gave you the right?
You'll never see the light
A keyboard warrior
All bark/no bite
Talk of revolution
Scared of confrontation
Cowards like you doom this fucking nation
Talk and talk and fucking talk
Never any action
Getting worse
We're fucking cursed
Not gaining any traction
Get out my life I won't think twice
No more narcissists
Armageddon's coming
Better get to running bitch
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Civil Unrest
02:10
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"When a man sticks a gun in your face, you got two choices: you can die, or you can kill the motherfucker."
Feels like a big man when he steps on the stage
With a badge and a gun and unjustified rage
With nothing to lose and everything to gain
Today you'll be the one to feel the fucking pain
Face to face at the end of the chase
Another life erased
Another fucking cold case
Figured too late I shouldn't be disturbed
Last thing you feel is your teeth on the curb
Soul sold out to the bulls on parade
Tough guy schtick revealed to be a charade
Too late for heaven
Hell awaits below
Luck runs out
Now you reap what you sow
You fucking coward
You fucking bitch
Your tour of duty ends in a fucking ditch
Final retribution for every street you terrorized
Can't escape your consequences
Now you'll hear their fucking cries
Don't look away
Don't beg for mercy from the lord
Lived behind a badge
Die by the sword bitch
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Threat Level Toledo, Ohio
Kyle - Guitar
Branden - Guitar
Benji - Drums
Jess - Bass
Zach - Vocals
Riffs From the Tractor Supply est. 2022
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