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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

Theyll give you all the answers so you don't ask any questions

Then theyll 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 writings on the wall this ain't ever gonna stop

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

Well 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 writings on the wall this ain't ever gonna stop

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

Well fight until we die this ain't ever gonna stop

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 whats it gonna take

Whats it gonna take

Whats it gonna take

Whats it gonna take

See how they run see how they run

So put your hands up put your hands up

If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough

Put your hands up put your hands up

The writings on the wall this ain't ever gonna stop

Put your hands up put your hands up

If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough

Put your hands up put your hands up

Well fight until we die this ain't ever gonna stop

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