"Outrage" lyrics
Outrage
Fucking outrage
Just give me something sharp and a name
Okay, baby, okay
You gotta calm down before you hurt yourself
No, don't go on a
Rampage
Where's the cocaine?
I wanna feel numb, but they won't let me have a gun
No, there's
Not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastard
Blackout
Honey, is your memory lacking?
Put your hands up, this is a hijacking
'Cause if we play the game, then you'll change the rules
It's about time we saw your downfall
Downfall
We're built to bend until we break
Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite your own tongue or bite
Decay, wretched decay
All we ever do is wait, there's only so much I can take
Okay, baby, okay
Why don't you go and wash your hands
When you were out you must have caught a little
Bloodstain, fucking bloodstains
There ain't no machine can get this shit clean
So we're calling all freaks and calling all martyrs
It's time to tear down the Princes of the House of Bastards
Violence is the answer
But I didn't ask a question
When we were growing up
We didn't understand the lesson
The more we feel age
The more we feel rage
The more we feel rage
The more we feel pain
So we keep ourselves safe
Defend our own space
Become the definition of homemade grenades
The more we feel age
The more we feel rage
The more we feel rage
The more we feel pain
But anyway
We're built to bend until we break
Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite your own tongue or bite
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Fucking outrage
Just give me something sharp and a name
Okay, baby, okay
You gotta calm down before you hurt yourself
No, don't go on a
Rampage
Where's the cocaine?
I wanna feel numb, but they won't let me have a gun
No, there's
Not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastard
Blackout
Honey, is your memory lacking?
Put your hands up, this is a hijacking
'Cause if we play the game, then you'll change the rules
It's about time we saw your downfall
Downfall
We're built to bend until we break
Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite your own tongue or bite
Decay, wretched decay
All we ever do is wait, there's only so much I can take
Okay, baby, okay
Why don't you go and wash your hands
When you were out you must have caught a little
Bloodstain, fucking bloodstains
There ain't no machine can get this shit clean
So we're calling all freaks and calling all martyrs
It's time to tear down the Princes of the House of Bastards
Violence is the answer
But I didn't ask a question
When we were growing up
We didn't understand the lesson
The more we feel age
The more we feel rage
The more we feel rage
The more we feel pain
So we keep ourselves safe
Defend our own space
Become the definition of homemade grenades
The more we feel age
The more we feel rage
The more we feel rage
The more we feel pain
But anyway
We're built to bend until we break
Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite your own tongue or bite
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
Bite down
Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
