Текст песни Parkway Drive — Writings on the Wall

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When you're born in the dirt, the only way to grow is up,
So we reach for the sun, but it seems
Every rung that you climb is another crooked line
That you cross off the tally of your dreams.
Don't step out of line, kid, you learn it pretty fast,
Every face has its place in the crowd,
They'll give you all the answers, so you don't ask any questions,
Then they'll march you with a smile into the ground.

And we all go to heaven in a little row boat.

So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop.
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop.

This stray dog world, this sick sad place
Got a belly full of maggots and disease,
Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse,
Every word is a lie you best believe.
We take one step forward, then two steps back,
In a race to the bottom of the barrel
They teach us how to fear,
They teach us how to hate,
Then they arm us and they march us off to hell.

And its left, left, left, right, left!

So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop.
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop.

Because they came for our minds,
We said nothing;
They came for our hopes,
We said nothing;
They came for our souls,
And still we said nothing;
Now they're coming for our lives,
So what's it gonna take?

What's it gonna take?

See how they run, see how they run.

So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop.
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough.
Put your hands up, put your hands up,
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop.

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