Warfare - Fit For An Autopsy

When the fuck did everyone decide to become a politician?

Cannibals with causes armed with opinions

All you do is talk like you forgot how to fucking listen

I try to sleep but the dogs keep barking

Must be the tension in the room

It builds a rage in the back of the teeth

A distaste for civility

Compromise is cheap, conflict is sweet

The space between us fills with dead air

Party lines drawn in the sand

We could never cross it

Bastards of social warfare

We had the chance to survive but we fucking lost it

Traitors turning fiction to fact (Turning fiction to fact)

The ones who play the saint put the knife in your back (Put the knife in your

back)

Daggers rain down on the disciples

Daggers rain down on the disciples

All we know

Warfare

When the fuck did everyone decide to become a politician?

All you do is talk like you forgot how to fucking listen

Herdsplitter, left and right

Bring an army of fools to a winless fight

Herdsplitter, rich and poor

Turn a nation of fools into a nation at war

We go for the throat

We do what we’re told

Another day in the minefield

Another lie is sold

And we buy in

Playing the penny slots while they high roll

Another day in the minefield

Another lie is sold

The space between us fills with dead air

Party lines drawn in the sand

We could never cross it

Bastards of social warfare

We had the chance to survive but we fucking lost it

Traitors turning fiction to fact (Turning fiction to fact)

The ones who play the saint put the knife in your back (Put the knife in your

back)

Daggers rain down on the disciples

Daggers rain down on the disciples

Warfare