Hold on tight
And don't get nauseous
We're on a mission
To free our minds
But they want to rob you
And take what you don't have
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
We'll turn you on your head
Break away from your docile nature
To get what you want
You have to even the odds
Waiting for change
Shouldn't feel so damn wrong
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well I'll turn you on your head
Lay down my pitchforks for modern arms
The tools of peace have been laid down for war
If I close the gap I am a calculated man
I leave behind all the debts of my life
The last thing that we need
Are the instruments of death
Get them to the streets
And rid them of the dust
No more lies and cake
The kings last mistake
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well put you on your head
Culminating in one last show of force
Can you neglect the armies at your door
If I close the gap I am a vicious man
I live and die by the works of my life
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Hold on tight
And don't get nauseous
We're on a mission
To free our minds
But they want to rob you
And take what you don't have
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
We'll turn you on your head
Break away from your docile nature
To get what you want
You have to even the odds
Waiting for change
Shouldn't feel so damn wrong
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well I'll turn you on your head
Lay down my pitchforks for modern arms
The tools of peace have been laid down for war
If I close the gap I am a calculated man
I leave behind all the debts of my life
The last thing that we need
Are the instruments of death
Get them to the streets
And rid them of the dust
No more lies and cake
The kings last mistake
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well put you on your head
Culminating in one last show of force
Can you neglect the armies at your door
If I close the gap I am a vicious man
I live and die by the works of my life
And don't get nauseous
We're on a mission
To free our minds
But they want to rob you
And take what you don't have
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
We'll turn you on your head
Break away from your docile nature
To get what you want
You have to even the odds
Waiting for change
Shouldn't feel so damn wrong
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well I'll turn you on your head
Lay down my pitchforks for modern arms
The tools of peace have been laid down for war
If I close the gap I am a calculated man
I leave behind all the debts of my life
The last thing that we need
Are the instruments of death
Get them to the streets
And rid them of the dust
No more lies and cake
The kings last mistake
We stand with our hands out
They'll turn into fists
Well put you on your head
Culminating in one last show of force
Can you neglect the armies at your door
If I close the gap I am a vicious man
I live and die by the works of my life
Writer: Paul Valleau, Keith Kopcho
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid