The Clamor

The old guard! to them we are dead
The world keeps spinning in the red. (poisoned)
They try to silence opposition
Fuck it i'm the few and the proud!

Dig down deep. wake up and see!
(simple things are hard to see)
In a house full of flies they breed!
(i'll clip your wings, don't tread on me)

You raise your daughters to become whores
Men with delicate features are such a bore!
Low self esteems
Like watered down drinks, they're fucking weak!

Dig down deep
Wake up and see!
(simple things are hard to see)
In a house full of flies they breed!
(i'll clip your wings, don't tread on me)

They normalize, seep poison inside
Make sinful things seem normal
Cull the herd
There's more to this than you'd care to know
(i'll never be part of you)
The dead shapes! fuck your pronouns!
Strike a nerve
There's more to this than you'd care to know
You can't tell me how to be, i am me!
(i'll never be part of you)
Dig down deep. wake up and see!
(simple things are hard to see)
In a house full of flies they breed!
(soak it in, while politicians get rich)
(born free but told how to think)
Dig down deep. wake up and see
(soak it in, soak it in)
(born free but told how to think)
In a house full of flies they breed!
(soak it in, while politicians get rich)
I'll never be part of you