There's something eating at the man,
He's a slave to the sound,
The puppeteers fly high above the ground,
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
I'd like to tear this temple down,
And I watch the crumbling stone
Smash skulls, I'll turn this bloody mess
Into my home
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information.
Come on!
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
There's something living in the man,
And he fights for the sound,
Your corporate bullshit lies beneath
The cemetery ground.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
[x2]
2 11 Video (MV)
Performed By: From First to Last
Written by: ERNIE SLENKOVICH, MATT GOOD, MATT MANNING, SPENCER SOTELO, TAYLOR LARSON, TRAVIS RICHTER
From First to Last - 2 11 Lyrics
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There's something eating at the man,
He's a slave to the sound,
The puppeteers fly high above the ground,
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
I'd like to tear this temple down,
And I watch the crumbling stone
Smash skulls, I'll turn this bloody mess
Into my home
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information.
Come on!
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
There's something living in the man,
And he fights for the sound,
Your corporate bullshit lies beneath
The cemetery ground.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
[x2]
He's a slave to the sound,
The puppeteers fly high above the ground,
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information,
But sooner or later you'll see.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
I'd like to tear this temple down,
And I watch the crumbling stone
Smash skulls, I'll turn this bloody mess
Into my home
No heart, the beast took its toll,
The corporation pumping black in his soul,
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information.
Come on!
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
There's something living in the man,
And he fights for the sound,
Your corporate bullshit lies beneath
The cemetery ground.
F*ck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess,
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress,
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over.
[x2]
Writer: ERNIE SLENKOVICH, MATT GOOD, MATT MANNING, SPENCER SOTELO, TAYLOR LARSON, TRAVIS RICHTER
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC