Brute from Control by The Aphelion

Taking back the things we said
They refused to accept; they’re all to blame
Stripped away the chains
Handing out the weapons to the insane

Fight fire with fire and watch every body burn
It's a lesson in life that you never seem to learn
It's said over and over again just to fall on deaf ears
You are playing with emotion just to profit from our fears
If you piled the bodies high
you'll never see the sky

Lights out
There is no coming back
I can feel the cold metal pressed to my head
Counting down the time 'til they pull the trigger
Our final seconds spent in the grave

Folding notes to line their pockets
Pressing the gun to our heads
They just kill, they don’t protect
How can you sleep with a gun in your bed

Set banners aflame
Show them we have names
How many more will it take
Before we end up the same
If we’re just a sacrifice
Then what does that make them

Lights out
There is no coming back
I can feel the cold metal pressed to my head
Counting down the time till they pull the trigger
Our final seconds spent in the grave

We won't go on with a noose round our necks
We hang by a thread on the edge of a knife
Common sense lost on the senseless
Another’s life isn’t worth less than yours

If we’re just a sacrifice
Then what does that make them?
Can we truly turn a blind eye
Once again we chose ignorance
How many have to die
Before the message sinks in
Force it down their throats if we have to
I’ll make it our daily bread

Folding notes to line their pockets
Pressing the gun to our heads
These just kill, they don’t protect
How can you sleep with a gun in your bed

• Metal
• Metalcore
• Metalcore.
• UK Metalcore
• hardcore
• music
• post-hardcore
• post-hardcore.
• Brighton