Armed For Apocalypse The Starting Line Is A Trip Wire Lyrics

I've got a big problem
With shitting where you eat
Cause it trickles down
& it flows through the streets
Like a slave ship
On the way to a sermon
By a clenched fist
With a mouth for a weapon
Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
It's hard to live when the
Wine is blood
& the love isn't free
All the meat is spolied
& the goal is the disease
Not the cure
The starting line is a trip wire
Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
Get it right
The last time
Everyone is very impressed We are very impressed!
Everyone is very impressed
Good job
I've got a big problem
With fighting for defeat
Cause it crashes down
& it tears through the streets
Like a wrecking ball
Leaving broken foundations
Where shattered minds
Can build new devastation
Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
( A game )
It's the same thing
In so many different ways
I've got so little to lose..
& everything being demolished to gain