So you got your revelations
Got your exposures
While I get my f*ckin head exploding
Stashing from the dead
Along with second thoughts
And a suppressor
And there's a war that's raging
Blasting and blazing
Shooting, erasing
No shift in gears
No f*ckin backlight
F*ckin tracklight
Burning like a
Backslide anthem
Left for dead
When it's not your take
And not your possession
Take the pill
The secret sauce
Its one for the cause
Let's go drop the f*ck out
Well there's posers and believers
There is critics and there's cheaters
Shooting to explain
Shooting to complain
Digging up the machine
Well there's weird stuff going on
Some realize, some get it wrong
Coming flashing back
When you hit the brakes
Questioning it all
It's all on you
And don't mean shit
Backslide anthem
Left for dead
When it's not your chance
And not your decision
Take the pill
The secret sauce
Its one for the cause
One until you
Drop it like smoke and venom
Drop it like armageddon
Drop it like this world's on fire
Drop it like you never gonna f*ckin die
They say the lone ones die
Yet the pack survives
Don't tell me you haven't been warned
You never gonna go get resurrected from the dead
Well there's posers and believers
There is critics and there's cheaters
Shooting to explain
Shooting to complain
From the dead
From the dead
From the f*ckin dead