Synopsis

Duration

4:44

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

It may well have come to pass This cataclysmic psychic blood bath But who would have know, who would have known? What to say What to save There's switchblades in my symphony Some kind of giving tree I must be ill indeed Command control take what you need Just gather round We'll tear this standing structure down Who knows What to say, what to save? There's blood in my tranquility Some kind of giving tree I must be ill indeed Command control take what you need Gather around, tear this standing structure down Who knows Gather around this giving tree, I must be ill indeed Hear my calmer side tonight, we're not running away Now our hearts are ripe tonight, no we're not running away There's switchblades in my symphony, so stay in sight If your to scared to hold on tight, then follow the leader Join the fight Just gather around, tear it down Follow the leader Just gather around, tear it down Follow me Follow me Follow me It may well have come to pass This cataclysmic physic bloodbath But who would have known Who would know