(Tempo: Mid-tempo, heavy and brooding) (Instrumentation: Distorted drop-D guitar riff, sluggish bassline, crashing cymbals) (Verse 1) Cheap bait on a rusty wire You swallowed the spark, now you nurse the fire Tastes sweet when the venom hits your tongue A righteous burn in a ruined lung Choke on the heat, call it sacred rage Another painted rat in a splintered cage You traded your face for a reflex scar Forgot who you were, forgot where you are (Chorus) Hook in the jaw, pulled to the floor Resentment feeds what you swore you abhor Fall in line just to get along Or break every bone just to prove them wrong Two blind paths carved out of spite Swallowing shadows and calling it light Divide and conquer, feed the machine Lost in the static of what might have been (Verse 2) Hate stared back through the open door Now you’re playing the part that they made you for Bow down slow or react on cue A puppet in reverse is a puppet too Swing at the phantoms, build a new shrine Drunk on the poison you call divine The script was written before you arrived Only the hollow ever survived (Chorus) Hook in the jaw, pulled to the floor Resentment feeds what you swore you abhor Fall in line just to get along Or break every bone just to prove them wrong Two blind paths carved out of spite Swallowing shadows and calling it light Divide and conquer, feed the machine Lost in the static of what might have been (Bridge) (Bass drops low, feedback swells) The trap isn't chains The trap is the bile Trading your soul for a bitter smile To mimic the beast Or obey its command Leaves nothing but dust in an empty hand Drop the fever Drop the stone Wake up, wake up, wake up alone (Guitar Solo - jagged, dissonant, screeching feedback) (Chorus) Hook in the jaw, pulled to the floor Resentment feeds what you swore you abhor Fall in line just to get along Or break every bone just to prove them wrong Two blind paths carved out of spite Swallowing shadows and calling it light Divide and conquer, feed the machine Lost in the static of what might have been (Outro) React... erase... Two wrong roads to the very same place. React... erase... Wash off the poison, remember your face. (Rhythm slows to a crawl, dragging drum hits, trailing off into low amplifier hum)
