Lyrics

I slip and the world falls down,
I choke and the world stops breathing
Cut my arm and I bet you'll bleed because you're such a pretty thing
Politics is a hunting ground for fat old men and their fucked up pit bulls
We create such an awful sound when the fist goes POWW!! and resistance crumbles

I reserve the right to remain violent

I'm sick and the whole world heaves, I speak and the crowd goes silent
My confession is oh so deep I'll have the whole world flooded in tears
I'm the right arm that's rotten green, lose the tourniquet there's no healing
I'm the child of an ugly world take a good look at me I'm a whole generation

I reserve the right to remain violent

I take the wheel and try to steer this thing sober
But this gets harder and harder as I get older
All the choices I make and all the moves that I take
Become a tired repetition of the side we tried to create
But it's okay, ?cause we're gonna make it, this world is ours
And we better fucking take it 'cause the ball's gonna break,
For humanity's sake
We've become the rudder on this ship

I reserve the right to remain violent