AANTHEMS - Pure Fire Lyrics

Made a choice: practice and preach
Now you're not as far as you thought you'd be right now
All four walls closing in, it's stifling

There's only so much one man can do
Every time I bite more than I can chew myself
Lockjaw and I grind right through, it's murder

Head to the city two nights a week
With a thinline P in the shotgun seat, we go
And scream our goddamn heads off at the shows

Stay the true course but it's out of reach
Gain more ground when you lie and cheat
Somehow we all accept this as a given

Do what they think they need to do
Broken backs beneath their shoes
Until they figure out that isn't living

Head to the city two nights a week
With a thinline p in the shotgun seat, we go
And scream our goddamn heads off at the shows

It's pure fire
Spit our guts through old mic screens
Beatdown hearts and primal screams

Pure fire
Fill your lungs up, force it out
Take your life back with every shout

It's pure fire
Unleash your rebel yell
So every eardrum will ring in hell

It's pure