When the f*ck did everyone
Decide to become a politician
Cannibals with causes
Armed with opinions
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
I try to sleep but the dogs keep barking
Must be the tension in the room
It builds a rage in the back of the teeth
A distaste for for civility
Compromise is cheap
Conflict is sweet
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
All we know
Warfare
When the f*ck did everyone
Decide to become a politician
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
Herdsplitter left and right
Bring an army of fools
To a winless fight
Herdsplitter rich and poor
Turn a nation of fools
Into a nation at war
We go for the throat
We do what we're told
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
And we buy in
Playing the penny slots while they high roll
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Warfare
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When the f*ck did everyone
Decide to become a politician
Cannibals with causes
Armed with opinions
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
I try to sleep but the dogs keep barking
Must be the tension in the room
It builds a rage in the back of the teeth
A distaste for for civility
Compromise is cheap
Conflict is sweet
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
All we know
Warfare
When the f*ck did everyone
Decide to become a politician
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
Herdsplitter left and right
Bring an army of fools
To a winless fight
Herdsplitter rich and poor
Turn a nation of fools
Into a nation at war
We go for the throat
We do what we're told
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
And we buy in
Playing the penny slots while they high roll
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Warfare
Decide to become a politician
Cannibals with causes
Armed with opinions
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
I try to sleep but the dogs keep barking
Must be the tension in the room
It builds a rage in the back of the teeth
A distaste for for civility
Compromise is cheap
Conflict is sweet
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
All we know
Warfare
When the f*ck did everyone
Decide to become a politician
All you do is talk
Like you forgot how to f*cking listen
Herdsplitter left and right
Bring an army of fools
To a winless fight
Herdsplitter rich and poor
Turn a nation of fools
Into a nation at war
We go for the throat
We do what we're told
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
And we buy in
Playing the penny slots while they high roll
Another day in the mine field
Another lie is sold
The space between us fills with dead air
Party lines drawn in the sand
We could never cross it
Bastards of social warfare
We had the chance to survive
But we f*cking lost it
Traitors turning fiction to fact
The ones who play the saint
Put the knife in your back
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Daggers rain down on the disciples
Warfare
Writer: WILLIAM SCOTT PUTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network