"Two Eighty" lyrics

"Two Eighty"

Call to arms!
All my soldiers line up quick
This is who we are, it's a metaphor
Big shot acting like your skin's so thick
But your voice is not and the way you cower says anonymous

(Anonymous)
Spout your shit into the void - nobody cares
(Nobody cares)
It's the same as being annoyed
When every activist acts callously confident
My God, we live so divided
We live so divided

Pacifist, can't we all just find resolve
No, we're militant and so vigilant
Play by all the rules you preach to live
Take and never give
We all think we're right

(Anonymous)
Spout your shit into the void - nobody cares
(Nobody cares)
It's the same as being annoyed
When every activist acts callously confident
My God, we live so divided
We live so divided
We live so divided

Are we really free or are we judgingly degraded
While we instantly, instantly berate for any reason
Are we really free or are we jealously degraded
While we instantly, instantly berate

(Anonymous)
Spout your shit into the void - nobody cares
(Nobody cares)
It's the same as being annoyed
When every activist acts callously confident
My God, we live so divided
We live so divided
We live so divided


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