Cult Following／森カリオペ

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 got complacent

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 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

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 at all

Took out my reddest paints and markers and I ruined the wall

It's not that complicated,

I could choose to run, but I crawl

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

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

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