Kaleidoscope

We rise, we fall, and then we come together and despise this all. So get your middle fingers in the air and sing, they can't ignore us anymore. It’s up to us, so hear me out because I don’t give a fuck! I’m stuck, I’m heading off the deep end like a truck. No brakes, I grip the wheel and start to shake. I beat my chest to feel alive, not part of the hive! Comatose America, the zombies are in charge. Watch out for your brothers, man, it really isn’t that hard. Have our souls turned cold? The path I walk is only for the strong and the bold, I walk along a lonely road. It’s all I know! This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. And if I’m lost I don’t want to be found, haunted by sound. Open up the floor and start a pit, this shit is building up inside of me. I can't pretend that I wont fucking snap tonight. You’ll find me nine feet in the grave before I’m a slave. Catatonic ignorance, the cronies run the show. Preying on our differences, divide and conquer the low. While I may be old, the world I see is only for the strong and the bold. I walk along a lonely road! It’s all I know! This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. And if I’m lost I don’t want to be found, haunted by sound. Because we rise, we fall, and then we come together and despise them all. So get your middle fingers in the air and bleed. They can’t ignore us anymore because I don’t give a fuck. We rise, we fall, and then we come together and despise this all. So get your middle fingers in the air and bleed. They can’t ignore us anymore because I don’t give a fuck. We rise, we fall, and then we come together and despise them all. So get your middle fingers in the air and bleed. They can’t ignore us anymore because I don’t give a fuck. This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. No hope, I can’t cope, songs in kaleidoscope. This hole in my soul, songs fill what religion won’t. No hope, I can’t cope, music plays in kaleidoscope. And if I’m lost I don’t want to be found, haunted by sound.