Party Lines Lyrics by Gurriers
Clean conscience
Never clean violence
See blood from the stars
A deafening silence
Feed ‘em, then kill ‘em
Lead them, misguide them
Nothing changes
A history of nihilists
A ruse
A deal
A way to kill
They need
A place
To vent
And steal
When all they
Do is take and take
A life
A lie
A life
A lie
Man eat man
Till death do we dance
We wash this blood off of our hands
If it moves kill it
If it moves kill it
If it moves
If it moves
If it moves kill it
World’s wounds
Creates loves history
No horror in the hate
It’s more in the shrug
Deep pockets of misery
No one to relate to
When you’re seen as a bug
A ruse
A deal
A way to kill
They need
A place
To vent
And steal
When all they do
Is take and take
A life
A lie
A life
A lie
Man eat man
Till death do we dance
We wash this blood off of our hands
If it moves kill it
If it moves kill it
If it moves
If it moves
If it moves kill it
It’s near the end
It’s off the edge
It’s where we are
No way to bend
It’s near the end
It’s off the edge
It’s the
It’s the
It’s the
It’s the
Decline, decline of man
Decline, decline of man
If it moves kill it
If it moves kill it
If it moves
If it moves
If it moves kill it
Decline, decline of man
Decline, decline of man
If it moves kill it
If it moves kill it
If it moves
If it moves
If it moves kill it