Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Writings on the Wall, artist - Parkway Drive. Album song Ire, in the genre Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
Writings on the Wall |
| When you’re born in the dirt the only way to grow is up |
| So we reach for the sun but it seems |
| Every rung that you climb is another crooked line |
| That you cross off the tally of your dreams |
| Don’t step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast |
| Every face has its place in the crowd |
| They’ll give you all the answers, so you don’t ask any questions |
| Then they’ll march you with a smile into the ground |
| And we all go to heaven in a little row boat |
| So put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
| This stray dog world, this sick sad place |
| Got a belly full of maggots and disease |
| Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse |
| Every word is a lie you best believe |
| We take one step forward, then two steps back |
| In a race to the bottom of the barrel |
| They teach us how to fear |
| They teach us how to hate |
| Then they arm us and they march us off to hell |
| And its left, left, left right left |
| So put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
| Because they came for our minds |
| We said nothing |
| They came for our hopes |
| We said nothing |
| They came for our souls |
| And still we said nothing |
| Now they’re coming for our lives |
| So what’s it gonna take |
| What’s it gonna take |
| See how they run, see how they run |
| So put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough |
| Put your hands up, put your hands up |
| We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop |