Futile Lyrics - Toothgrinder

You are, we are 

The vision of truth 

Can you hear me? 

Hear my cadence call all through the night 

We're putting it out there for you 

The victim, the hunter, the shrew 

We have become 

The destruction of masses 

The parade of ashes 

For the cause, for the case, for the coup 

Be free, our own paradise 

Live free, these are our homes our lives 

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I will grip my tongue and we will say it so fruitful 

Surrender to the gun 

We'll empower the hopeful 

And plead to the rising Sun 

We're singing the anthem of youth 

The outcast, the lover, the truth 

Don't lose sight of 

The production of power 

The angle, its hour 

For the blood, for the pain, for the noose 

Freedom is the truth 

Be free, our own paradise 

Live free, these are our homes our lives 

Hear my heart, now now let's ride the blues 

Look into my head, now kick off your shoes 

Every lick and step that keeps me awake 

We're on our own so let's move 

Photos 

We see with our hearts and third eyes 

You know there's nothing like a moment we all fantasize 

Like a lick, like a shred, like a pattern of threads 

And if these holy notes only stand alone then we're better off dead 

I'm tearing my eyes out again and again 

I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind 

This quandary in my life, I don't give a shit 

The futile possess so that we plead the fifth 

We're all alone, we're red throughout 

Now break these bones, I'll twist and shout 

We're out for the kill 

With the thoughts of the truest of minds 

Construct, create, conflate 

Medicate, meditate, contrive 

Be free, our own paradise 

Live free, these are our homes our lives 

The production of power 

The angle, it's hour 

You will always be 

The victim, the hunter, the shrew 

I'm tearing my eyes out again and again 

I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind 

This quandary in my life, I don't give a shit 

The futile possess so that we plead the fifth