Miscreantics - Trips Lyrics

And we're off, picking for a fight!
Can't understand what's right
Treading the waters deep
Stalking each word in the dead of night
Stray not into the light
Resist the words to end this blight
Feel for me and I'll feel for you
Unless I choose to choke you blue
You weep for 24/7
Run your mouth and go to eleven
No compromise or impunity
Pure madness fueled on inequality
A non-combatant amongst the non-conforming
For that is a man
Useless attempt to even the score
Falls victim to a hellish scorn
Close your eyes just to see again
The truth inside
You bleed for 24/7
Run your mouth and go to eleven
No compromise or impunity
Pure madness fueled on inequality
For what is a man
Get off your high horse
Get off your empowered trip
This battle's run it's course
Shooting blanks, from the hip
Get off your high horse
Get off your empowered trip
This battle's run it's course
So get a grip
Once again you're off, picking for a fight!
Looking for ways to ignite
Treading the waters deep
Stalking each word, no sleep
Stray not into the light
Resist sanity with all your might
Feel for me and I'll feel for you
Unless I choose to choke you blue
You weep for 24/7
All night long 'till the armageddon
This wrath so insurmountable
All tripedals accountable
No compromise
No impunity
For what is a man
A non-combatant amongst the non-conforming
For that is a man
A f*cking non-combatant against the reforming
For what is a man
A non-combatant amongst the non-conforming
For that is a man
A f*cking non-combatant against the reforming