Writers Block Party - American Standards

Dancing around like we’re marionettes

A stutter in our step

A cadence in our breath

To the unimpressed

I painted myself into a hole

I gave up my heart to find a soul

Acquit my crimes but still cast your stones

The pigs eat filth because it’s all they know

And the crowds want more

There’s no silence before the storm

The clouds came in and the lights went out

We were guided by the roar

So step inside, find your light

When the scavengers come be ready to fight

The promise is now at the edge of a knife

And when the blood spills you’ll know you’re alive

And the crowds want more

They want violence before the storm

The clouds came in and the lights went out

We were guided by the roar

You are owned nothing

We want an easy fix

Snake oil burns too quick

Daggers of ill intent

With malice towards the heaven sent

Give me the rope

I’ll tie me down

Give me the rope

I’ll hang around

Safe bet, mindset

Remove the spine and the heart

Safe bet, mindset

And claim what’s left as art

Give me the rope

I’ll tie me down

Give me the rope