Song Lyrics
Why can’t I see instructions on my head to arrest me.
It’s an every day test, only hope for the best.
Strategy, enemy, artillery.
Chip on your shoulder, woke up and told ya.
Made your decision.
Violent opposition
A cold chill pressed on the spine.
Time to pay a debt on borrowed time.
Do we really hate you?
No more hope for the color blue.
Don’t need no more proof, they’re all trained to shoot and kill,
the color sublime.
Chip on your shoulder, woke up and told ya.
Made your decision.
Violent opposition.