Futile - Toothgrinder

You are, we are

The vision of truth

Can you hear me?

Hear my cadence call all through the night

We’re putting it out there for you

The victim, the hunter, the shrew

We have become

The destruction of masses

The parade of ashes

For the cause, for the case, for the coup

Be free, our own paradise

Live free, these are our homes our lives

I will grip my tongue and we will say it so fruitful

Surrender to the gun

We’ll empower the hopeful

And plead to the rising Sun

We’re singing the anthem of youth

The outcast, the lover, the truth

Don’t lose sight of

The production of power

The angle, its hour

For the blood, for the pain, for the noose

Freedom is the truth

Be free, our own paradise

Live free, these are our homes our lives

Hear my heart, now now let’s ride the blues

Look into my head, now kick off your shoes

Every lick and step that keeps me awake

We’re on our own so let’s move

We see with our hearts and third eyes

You know there’s nothing like a moment we all fantasize

Like a lick, like a shred, like a pattern of threads

And if these holy notes only stand alone then we’re better off dead

I’m tearing my eyes out again and again

I’m throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind

This quandary in my life, I don’t give a shit

The futile possess so that we plead the fifth

We’re all alone, we’re red throughout

Now break these bones, I’ll twist and shout

We’re out for the kill

With the thoughts of the truest of minds

Construct, create, conflate

Medicate, meditate, contrive

Be free, our own paradise

Live free, these are our homes our lives

The production of power

The angle, it’s hour

You will always be

The victim, the hunter, the shrew

I’m tearing my eyes out again and again

I’m throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind

This quandary in my life, I don’t give a shit

The futile possess so that we plead the fifth