Shinedown - Threat To Survival Lyrics
Asking For It
Can I have a moment of your time?
Just a single second so you see that indeed we'll be leaving you behind, before I cross that line
Turn it up so you can hear the bells crashing through the clouds as it rain down the drain
That we know all too well, it's a living hell
Careful what you say and who you say and who you say it to
Careful what you say and who you say you it to
Baby you talked too much and you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
You can blame bad luck but you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
When all is said and done, you need to tie your tongue
Cause when you spit on everyone
You were arguing and now you're asking for it, asking for it, asking
Caught up in the gutter once again
Crashing through the mud, throwing lies, cutting ties until the sidewalk ends
And the truth begins
Power through the point of no return
Famously arranged all the same I hope you change if that world is gonna turn
It's not my concern
Careful what you say and who you say and who you say it to
Careful what you say and who you say you it to
Baby you talked too much and you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
You can blame bad luck but you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
When all is said and done, you need to tie your tongue
Cause when you spit on everyone
You were arguing and now you're asking for it, asking for it, asking
You are, you are, you are, you are, you are asking for it
You are, you are, you are, you are, you are asking for it
Careful what you say and who you say and who you say it to
Careful what you say and who you say you it to
Baby you talked too much and you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
You can blame bad luck but you were asking for it, asking for it, asking for it
When all is said and done, you need to tie your tongue
Cause when you spit on everyone
You were arguing and now you're asking for it, asking for it, asking
You know you're asking for it, asking for it.
You know you're asking for it, asking!
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cut The Cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom) Cut it
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me)
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
Let me tell you, I'm vicious
Not pass-aggressive
I got my finger on my pulse, staring straight into a hole and I'ma get it
And I'm a savage
It's automatic
I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy with no static
Now victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten
I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me) Cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
You gotta feel courage
Embrace possession
If it was easier to shatter everything that ever mattered
But it's not, because it's your obsession
Be a fighter, backbone, desire
Complicated and it stings, but we both know what it means
And it's time to get real and inspired
Now victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten, just count to ten
I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord
Cut it
Cut it
Now victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten, just count to ten
I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
Cause agony brings no reward
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me) Cut the cord
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom, follow me, me, me)
Writer: BRENT SMITH, ERIC BASS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
State Of My Head
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
It's been a long bumpy ride sittin' back in the saddle
It's time to get down, dirty up our knees in the battle
Come on, round up the boys, gonna make the walls rattle
Oh, our flag is tattered
And our bones are shattered
But it doesn't matter
'Cause we're movin' forward
Round 'em up, round 'em up, let's go
Round 'em up, let's go
Oh, my eyes are seein' red
Double vision from the blood we've shed
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
They don't know, where we've been
We got that concrete street skin
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
We've been shot up, beat up by the fallin' of the arrows (arrows, arrows, arrows)
Yeah, I'm full of deep cuts right down to the marrow
But there's no doubt we'll get out from the bottom of the barrel
Oh, our flag is tattered
And my bones are shattered
But it doesn't matter
'Cause we're movin' forward
Round 'em up, round 'em up, let's go
Round 'em up, let's go
Oh, my eyes are seein' red
Double vision from the blood we've shed
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
They don't know, where we've been
We got that concrete street skin
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
Can you hear me now, can you hear me now
I'm comin' back for more
Do you feel me now, do you feel me now
I'm breakin' down your door
I'm not speakin' under my breath
'Cause the harder you push, the rougher I get
'Cause I'm not shakin', when the earth starts quakin'
Got my own foundation with no hesitation and the
Oh, my eyes are seein' red
Double vision from the blood we've shed
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
They don't know, where we've been
We got that concrete street skin
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head
Writer: BRENT SMITH, JAYSON DEZUZIO, PETER NAPPI, ETHAN THOMPSON, CARLO CHRISTIAN COLASACCO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company
Outcast
It's in the air
So get your head right
Crawling through the sand
Making noise, crackin' dynamite
And I've been thinkin' 'bout the past I can't ignore
Nothing less, nothing more
It's all the same as before
I'm just feeding my appetite (I'm just feeding my appetite)
It's in the ground
Underneath
Tied up, tweaked out
Inherently
And I've been swimming in the new millennium
Run, run, here I come
I'm just having some fun
I'm just feeding my appetite
Don't you know I broke the mold
Like a hammer to a landmine
You better stick to what you know
'Cause I ain't playing just to rewind
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
It's all around
But you're in no shape
Pacing back and forth
Looking low, feeling out of place
I been watching every minute like a casualty
Bona fide misery
It's no conspiracy
I'm just feeding my appetite (I'm just feeding my appetite)
Don't you know I broke the mold
Like a hammer to a landmine
You better stick to what you know
'Cause I ain't playing just to rewind
I got it
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
Don't you know I broke the mold
Like a hammer to a landmine
You better stick to what you know
'Cause I ain't playing just to rewind
I got it
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
To outlast every outcast
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
How Did You Love?
You can have a sound of the thousand voices calling your name
You can have the light of the world blind you, bathe you in grace
But I don't see so easily what you hold in your hands
'Cause castles crumble, kingdoms fall and turn into sand
You can be an angel of mercy or give in to hate
You can try to fight it, just like every other careless mistake
How do you justify? I'm mystified by the ways of your heart
With a million lies, the truth will rise to tear you apart
Whoa
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love, how did you love?
Nothing ever feels the quite same when you are what you dreamed
And you will never look at anything the same when you see what I see
How we forget ourselves, lose our way from the cradle to the grave
You can't replicate or duplicate, gotta find your own way
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love, how did you love?
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury, we are the judge and jury
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love?
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury
How did you love, how did you love?
How did you love, how did you love?
How did you love, how did you love?
How did you love, how did you love?
Writer: Brent Smith, Scott Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
It All Adds Up
Lookie here got 'em all lined up
Same bet ya girls and boys
On their hands and their knees
Slithering through the streets
Programmed to seek and destroy
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
Oh my my, no one's on my side
Too paranoid to listen to me
You can cast me out you can tape my mouth
But you can't get a stone to bleed
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
You know I love it when you say you're afraid
But you hate it when I'm making you shake
Hang the truth from a noose
Put a hit man on the loose
Now you're countin' on me makin' you dead
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Ever murderer has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up
Got something to say
It all adds up
Say it
Give me this before I take it back
Been stealin' my shit for years
So kiss my quiet man's spire
Cause you know I'm gonna bring you to tears
And it all adds up
It all adds up
Shake shake shake
Call in all the snakes
Been itchin' for the new paved road
Bang bang bang
Go down the new slang
You can't keep all the money you stole
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
You know I love it when you say you're afraid
But you hate it when I'm making you shake
Hang the truth from a noose
Put a hit man on the loose
Now you're countin' on me makin' you dead
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Ever murderer has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up [x4]
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Ever murderer has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up [x11]
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT, ZACH MEYERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Oblivion
Time doesn't erase the demons you don't see still dancin' in your dreams
Draggin' up the ways temptation is overgrown looks like we're all alone
Truth is coming don't lie, so let me show you
Can't keep me here in the dark
I said you look like a spark into oblivion, into oblivion
Can't take me down to the boat
I'll turn you back into smoke into oblivion
Rise wrath of the rage those spineless spirits bleed the only half of me
Crawling out of my skin she'd every trace of you just one last thing to do
Truth is coming don't lie, so let me show you
Can't keep me here in the dark
I said you look like a spark into oblivion, into oblivion
Can't take me down to the boat
I'll turn you back into smoke into oblivion
Can't keep me here in the dark
I said you look like a spark into oblivion, into oblivion
Ayo ayooaaa [x3]
So let me show you
Can't keep me here in the dark
I said you look like a spark into oblivion, into oblivion
Can't take me down to the boat
I'll turn you back into smoke into oblivion
Can't keep me here in the dark
I said you look like a spark into oblivion, into oblivion
Can't take me down to the boat
I'll turn you back into smoke into oblivion
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave
Dangerous
I could stand behind my barricade
Do what I'm told and be afraid to change
While isolated by the mainstream
With the current up against me
Well maybe if my arms were ten feet tall
I could finally reach that crystal ball
'Cause I still find inside
There's something braver
And I, I won't be, I won't be
The silent damnation
I will never be voiceless
My weapon of choice is
I'd rather be dangerous
I won't be left defenseless
As God as my witness
I'd rather be dangerous
Dangerous
I'm not making conversation
But I'll state my observations
Well I could buy my faith like a plot in the ground
But I was never lost and I never had a doubt
'Cause I still find
It's not my imagination
And I, I won't be, I won't be
The silent damnation
I will never be voiceless
My weapon of choice is
I'd rather be dangerous
I won't be left defenseless
As God as my witness
I'd rather be dangerous
Dangerous
Everybody
Is somebody
And anybody is you
I own my story
I won't say sorry
And neither should you
I will never be
I will never be voiceless
My weapon of choice is
I'd rather be dangerous
I won't be left defenseless
As God as my witness
I'd rather be dangerous
Everybody
Is somebody
And anybody is you
I will never be voiceless
As God as my witness
I won't be left defenseless
As God as my witness
I'd rather be dangerous
Dangerous
Writer: BRENT SMITH, SCOTT STEVENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Thick As Thieves
Evidently we can't work it out
I guess that courage ain't allowed
Evidently you're not in the mood
And everything I say just bothers you
You built this portrait
I stumble towards it
Evidently you look furious
Walls up and I know you're serious
Evidently I'm not always there
But you left and I looked everywhere
You built this portrait
I stumble towards it
I stumble towards it
And guilty I may be
But don't give up on me
In the wake of the Odyssey
We will still be thick as thieves
You and me still thick as thieves
Evidently this is my mistake
Lost touch but I think I've been replaced
Evidently something's gotta give
Play it safe, but I know you're worth the risk
You built this portrait
I stumble towards it
I stumble towards it
And guilty I may be
But don't give up on me
In the wake of the Odyssey
We will still be thick as thieves
You and me still thick as thieves
I got an escape if you want it
We can leave first thing in the morning
We'll be back before you know
We're as thick as thieves
And I guilty I may be
But don't give up on me
In the wake of the Odyssey
We will still be thick as thieves
You and me still thick as thieves
And I guilty I may be guilty I may be
But don't give up on me don't you give up on me
In the wake of the Odyssey you and me
We will still be thick as thieves
Writer: CHRISTOPHER L. HOBBS, CHAD LAROY JENSEN, BRIAN JUSTIN SMITH, CASEY ALLEN WALKER, TED E. BRUNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Black Cadillac
I got a mind full of aggravation
I can take it if I just relax
I say a prayer for the motivation
Keep me solid so I stay on track
But there's a monkey on my back
And it don't know how to act
Got me climbin' up and down the walls
Now I gotta make a choice
Maybe then I can rejoice
'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals
I got a mind full of inspiration
And I ain't livin' in the past no more
So feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
Pay the price
Gotta roll those dice
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
From a long, black Cadillac (Cadillac)
I hear the sirens of redemption
Screamin' out like never before
And there's a roadblock in every direction
But I ain't stoppin' 'cause I'm in control
And there's a monkey on my back
So I gotta set a trap
'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals
I got a mind full of inspiration
And I ain't livin' in the past no more
So feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
Pay the price
Gotta roll those dice
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
In a long, black Cadillac
I ain't living in the past no more
I ain't living in the past no more
Screaming out like never before
Screaming out like never before
(1 2, 1 2 3 4)
So feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
Pay the price
Gotta roll those dice
And wave bye bye
From a long, black Cadillac
Feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
Feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
Feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
Feast your eyes
On the big, blue sky
Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT, ERIC BASS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Misfits
Staring back in time
The two of us intertwined
And your black boots
Walking fast next to mine
We were chasing the thunder inside the storm
Running so wild outside the norm
And what we made
The two of us against the grain
Come out, come out, wherever you are
I know you're there, I know you are
They called us crazy 'cause we never fit in
We never thought of keeping up with their trends
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were misfits, we were misfits
Staying up all night
Drinking more than we should
Getting way too high
When the sun came through
I watched you laugh
I saw you cry
'Cause the world has a way of tearing you down
Keeps you tied to the circus
Paints you up like a clown
But I'm right here
Day after day, year after year
So come out, come out, wherever you are
I know you're there, I know you are
They called us crazy 'cause we never fit in
We never thought of keeping up with their trends
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were misfits, we were misfits
And after all we never played by the rules
We broke the mould and found our own kind of cool
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were misfits, we were misfits
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
We're long gone
They called us crazy 'cause we never fit in
We never thought of keeping up with their trends
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were misfits, we were misfits
And after all we never played by the rules
We broke the mould and found our own kind of cool
It didn't matter that we weren't on the list
'Cause we were misfits, we were misfits
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
Don't wait up
We're long gone
Writer: BRENT SMITH, DAVE BASSETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC