Cult Following 歌詞 Mori Calliope ふりがな付

Cut your other ties.
This ain't the only battlefield I can televise
Ego is an armor, so put the camera down
And face it
They went and gotcomplacent

Come and run with me
You say you stand for nothing
No one else can relate
Just know the company you keep
Is in the business of hate
Are you afraid?
(Don't run away)
(I'm close to getting paid)

I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest
Go and shoot shoot shoot
Aww baby did you miss?
Ricochet
Ricochet
You can think about me any time
Of any day

Forget your streetfights
This a trench war
I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor
Getting thirsty for collision
Let them wonder what they're missing
In the front row
(Front lines)
(Lock and load)
(Now here we go)

This ain't a lifeline
Its a call-to-arms
Become the risen
The unforgiven
Make a decision
If you're looking for permission to riot
You got it wrong
Say goodbye to your identity
Click, flash
Now you belong

The situation isn't fluid atall
Took out my reddest paints and markers and I ruined the wall
It's not that complicated,
I could choose to run, butIcrawl
To slit the ankles of the skeptics who are wishing we fall

I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest
Go and shoot shoot shoot
Aww baby did you miss?
Ricochet
Ricochet
You can think about me any time
Of any day

Forget your street fights
This a trench war
I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor
Getting thirsty for collision
Let them wonder what they're missing
In the front row
(Front lines)
(Lock and load)
(Now here we go)

This ain't a lifeline
It's a call-to-arms
Become the risen
The unforgiven
Make a decision
If you're looking for permission to riot
You got it wrong
Say goodbye to your identity
Click, flash. Now you belong

I'll be dancing on my own in a bulletproof vest
They can shoot shoot shoot and we'll see who shoots best
Fighting all our battles, know the kind too well
They go "ready, set, rage" then they follow us to hell
Finger on the trigger, bout to cock it and run
Got a lyric in the chamber and McClane holding the gun

Forget your street fights
This a trench war
I'll make you march, march, march till you hit the floor
Getting thirsty for collision
Let them wonder what they're missing
In the front row
(Front lines)
(Lock and load)
(Now here we go)

This ain't a lifeline
It's a call-to-arms
Becomethe risen
The unforgiven
Make a decision
If you'relooking for permission to riot
You got it wrong
Say goodbye to your identity
Click, flash
Now youbelong

Let them riot onward, lock and loa

Stand for nothing, play the coward
Stand by someone, you're devoured
It's a sick and twisted miscreant's existance