STRAY FROM THE PATH LYRICS

1. The New Gods

[Additional lyric production by Jesse Barnett]

How can you justify
All the lives you fucked up?
Show me the “truth”
And I’ll show you the cover up
Sick to my stomach
Sick of the lies
‘Cause everything you touch
Curls up and dies

Strong arming weak minds
Tell me, how can you sleep at night, alright?
Pretty well, I’m sure; trust me, you’ll get your turn
Before you watch the world burn

Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
Sick, dead, and dumb, but it’s okay, ‘cause
Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
A sacrifice for the new gods

Planting caskets, like seeds
Laid to waste with the worms, the weeds
White lies on the labels we read
Fine print felons, down with the dying breed

Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
Sick, dead, and dumb, but it’s okay, ‘cause
Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
A sacrifice for the new gods

Helpless – crucified
Tell me, how can you justify?
A sacrifice for the new gods
What’s left for the rest of us?

Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
Sick, dead, and dumb, but it’s okay, ‘cause
Your profit, my coffin
What’s left for the rest of us?
Your profit, my coffin
A sacrifice for the new gods

2. Outbreak

broadcasted from a room that's full of it
pushing weight, white coats are selling shit
you get lost in it,
you fall victim to the cause of it
you're the reason they make money from it
campaign of fear from year to year
but i don't think we're seeing crystal clear
filled with doubt as you cover your mouth.
stay inside, don't go out

outbreak! subliminal criminals fuck this system

pandemonium, a modern dose of phobia,
up in a house medications got a hold of ya.

face your fate, section 8
out snake the pusher
the elite got you hooked in a chemical state
cancer causing capital
the people turned to animals
the poison is the antidote

lab coat killer, hundred dollar biller
automatically ill, bank roll filler

outbreak! subliminal criminals fuck this system

lab coat killer, hundred dollar biller
automatically ill, bank roll filler

outbreak! subliminal criminals fuck this system

3. Badge & A Bullet Part II

[Additional lyric production by Jesse Barnett]

So which side are you walking on?
It may not be about race, but it is about color
May have most of them fooled, but not me motherfucker
How can the filth clean up the streets?
Fuck a blue uniform, it don’t mean nothing to me
Trained to never trust us
So where the fuck is the justice?
Trigger happy lunatics walking a beat
When you won’t do what they say, then they turn up the heat

Which side are you walking on?
(Which side? Tell me which side)
Trained to never trust us
So where the fuck is the justice?
Which side are you walking on?
(Which side? Tell me which side)
Trained to never trust us
Fuck them, no justice

Red hands on a white man dressed in blue
The streets are looking like Germany in ‘42
Stop and frisk, don’t resist, I’ll tell you why:
They still want to see the lead fly
Scared to death, they’re not scared to shoot, it’s true
There ain’t no such thing as time for the blue
It’s not about race, but it’s about color
May have most of them fooled, but not me motherfucker

Which side are you walking on?
(Which side? Tell me which side)
Trained to never trust us
So where the fuck is the justice?
Which side are you walking on?
(Which side? Tell me which side)
Trained to never trust us
Fuck them, no justice

Break down the control
Or everybody’s catching bullet holes

Trained to never trust us
So where the fuck is the justice?
Trained to never trust us
So where the fuck is the justice?
Fuck them no justice

Which side are you walking on?
Which side, tell me which side?
Which side are you walking on?
Which side, tell me which side?

4. First World Problem Child

[feat. Samuel Carter from Architects]

Every rich white kid’s got something to say
Shut the fuck up

First world problem child
Yo, you lost your way
Born on easy street
Never step foot on MLK
Easy living in your position
With a white last name
Pre-conditioned to be the villain
Another suburban day

Every rich white kid’s got something to say
Shut the fuck up
(First world problem child)

Fortunate and favored
You spit the same old flavor
You can use a taste of another race
What’s it like to be your neighbor?
Knock knock, coming in hot
We don’t need the key, we can break the lock
To your gated house, show the sheltered the real shit
Bring the motherfucking truth out

First world problem child
Step in their shoes, and walk a mile

I’m a surgeon with a switchblade
I’ll cut you, see if you still bleed
You wouldn’t know a problem
‘Cause you got everything you need
I got iron in my arteries
You got a wall between yourself and reality

Show the sheltered the real shit
Bring the mother fucking truth out

Every rich white kid’s got something to say
Shut the fuck up

5. Shots Fired

Fired, shots fired
Machine gun song ringing all night long

Born and raised
To be placed in a system with such rage
(We want you)
Serving up cocktails of bullets and bombshells
Don’t ask and they won’t tell
(We want you)
Soldiers with missions, you better read your positions
And turn the village to victims
(We want you)
You wanted to be sent over seas
To watch the people suffer on their knees

Yeah we’ll cover it up in a terrorist way
Yeah we’ll cover it up with a terrorist name

Fired, shots fired
Machine gun song ringing all night long

Made into slaves that get paid
To clean house and throw grenades
(We want you)
Burning our bridges with every foreign religion
Based off of business decisions
(We want you)
No weight on the shoulders of mechanical soldiers
You believed what they told ya
(We want you)
You wanted to be sent over seas
To watch the people suffer on their knees

Yeah we’ll cover it up in a terrorist way
Yeah we’ll cover it up with a terrorist name
We want you

There’s no glory in your war story

Fired, shots fired
Machine gun song ringing all night long

6. Eavesdropper

[feat. Rou Reynolds from Enter Shikari]

Mic check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I know they hit record and play it back

Town houses, bugged out
Drop the bomb, smoke them out
Eavesdropper, free thought stopper
In my home, in my phone, in a helicopter
looking down in the towns with a searchlight
theres a shadow with no sun tonight, alright?
C4 to the door, say hello to your big brother
now put your hands up mother fucker

Mic check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I know they hit record and play it back

There’s a storm about to roll in
Boarded up I’m edward snowden
Morse coding
Messages behind the men in black
bite my lip before i catch a bullet in the back of my head
Narcs sleeping in my bed?
Keeping tabs on everything I said
Hand me over to the feds
Drag me to the chemical sheds
and let my last words be
Free speech is dead

From GCHQ to the NSA
When the tables are turned
Laws are nothing but hearsay
They are subject to the whims of stubborn rulers
Taking a drill to a hard drive ain’t gonna fool us
It’s all uncovered, their shadows are lifted
Through the meta data, and content their sifting
Ask my boy orwell what the hell do we do
His fiction pervades the future, for me and you.

C4 to the door say hello to your big brother
Now put your hands up you fuck

C4 to the door say hello to your big brother
Now put your hands up you fuck

Mic check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I can’t say shit without being hacked
Mic Check, is this thing tapped?
‘Cause I know they hit record and play it back

7. D.I.E.P.I.G.

Hey predator, what do you say?
Did you land a girl half your age?
Hey predator, what do you say?
The tables are turned, now you’re the prey

Taking out the trash
Leave it on the front porch step
Thought you were God
Bitch you’re just a lost prophet
And I’ll stop dropping names
When you stop using fame
To prey on pretty little girls like a sick fucking game
What can you pull with the leverage you got?
You’re in the limelight now, but the camera’s flashing for your mugshot
Smile, blue ribbon for the P.I.G.
Take him out to the slaughterhouse, it’s time for you to D.I.E.

Hey predator, what do you say?
Did you land a girl half your age?
Hey predator, what do you say?
The tables are turned, now you’re the prey

Write a rhyme not a pick-up line, punk
Give me that pen
I don’t want to hear a verse about you and a girl
And how she is your new best friend
Oh, how it’s “hard to handle” the heat from your scandal
Couldn’t wait for an 18^th candle, now I’m going to make you an example
It’s crazy how sympathetic people are with your ways
You should have been a lawyer, ‘cause you can talk for days
Smile, blue ribbon for the P.I.G.
Take him out to the slaughterhouse, it’s time for you to D.I.E.

Can’t hide in your brick house, pussy
D.I.E.P.I.G.

Hey predator, what do you say?
Did you land a girl half your age?
Hey predator, what do you say?
The tables are turned, now you’re the prey
Hey predator, what do you say?
Can’t hide in your brick house, pussy
Hey predator, what do you say?
D.I.E.P.I.G.

8. Future Of Sound

[feat. Cody B Ware]

Mother of mine
Say what you want
The youth doomed
Distracted from the war outside
The earth rotten from the core
We’ve seen it before
As God stumbles holding Heaven in palms
I thank mom
But mom’s dying
20,000 drowned when mom’s crying
Lying looking straight ahead
Never around
The black sun lit the sky
Bodies covered the ground
The sound

Black sun, bodies covered the ground
The sound of the future, the future of sound

Hit God with a follow
He drowned the world’s soul
Sent a squad to kill the babies
And melt the North Pole
Watched the earth feel beauty was vein
And wanted life from the mouth
Giving it love and saying its name
Said I was God to a human that loves me
Then they judged me
Said, “why’d I make the world so ugly”

How the hell I lose control
If I hold body spirit and soul
They’d never know
It’s just beyond me
And now it’s on me

Black sun, bodies covered the ground
The sound of the future, the future of sound

9. Time Bomb

Tick tick, watch the time bomb click
I came prepared with gun powder and a few red sticks
I see drug lord money
Crooked, quick, and cunning
Yeah, stealing from the people with government funding
Regulate the game, there’s no fundamental change
Nothing can stop it, their hands in your pockets

Running the same race
Always in last place
Nothing can stop it
Their hands in your pockets

Spreading the interest, unavoidable sickness
Bending us over, our entire existence
“You can buy a home today”
“Sign up for a loan,” they say
Just so you can watch the banks
Take your whole life away
The vicious cycle never seems to change
Nothing can stop it, their hands in your pockets

The 1% is out, I’ve got a gun in their mouth
You wrote a check you can’t cash
You’re gonna bounce

Running the same race
Always in last place
Nothing can stop it
Their hands in your pockets

10. Snap

Can’t stop an American psycho
Snap

I’m a clock puncher
The shut-up-and-take-orders type motherfucker
I’m a time cruncher
And I’m wasting my life
Was a determined man
Now I just wanna stick my head in a ceiling fan
But I see Heaven burning
In the bottom of a gas can

I’m a nervous wreck
Watch me snap

Do you think my life can get any worse?
Go ahead and take a fucking shot

Can’t stop an American psycho
Snap

11. These Things Have To Fall Apart

It’s only a lie if you believe

Now and again
These things have to fall apart
I’ll say it again
These things have to fall apart

I was your cure and you were my disease
I was saving you but you were killing me
Are you sure?
This is what I see
My dreams, your plans, history
Broken teeth and a glass jaw
You always wanted more
I’ll say it again, I’ve said it before
Pack your shit, yo, there’s the door
And take your fucking ...with you

Now and again
These things have to fall apart
I’ll say it again
These things have to fall apart

Face me when you leave
The only memory is you against me
I should have seen this coming
But I thought that you were bluffing
Now I’m fucked and I’m stuck
Turning nothing into something

Face me when you leave
The only memory is you against me

It’s only a lie if you believe

Now and again
These things have to fall apart
I’ll say it again
These things have to fall apart

Face me when you leave
The only memory is you against me
I should have seen this coming
But I thought that you were bluffing
Now I’m fucked and I’m stuck
Turning nothing into something
I was your cure and you were my disease
I was saving you but you were killing me

It’s only a lie if you believe







STRAY FROM THE PATH LYRICS