
Geneva Ink
umbradeus· 3:38 · 96 plays · v3-preview
- dark trap
- political
- industrial metal
- heavy
- aggressive
- 2020s
- rage
- rebellious
- disturbing
- alternative metal
- trap metal
Lyrics
Paper lines in a leather book
Do you think a name can stop a bullet?
Hiding in a hollow shelter
Made of signatures and soft handshakes
While the dirt begins to move
Underneath the boots of the unwanted
Corner cutting empires built on lies
Pretending that they breathe the same air
Watch the sickness falling from the skies
Chemical weapons that they say aren't there
We hide behind a dusty shelf
Signed a page to save ourself
But that Geneva ink won't stop a flame
From those who never learned its name
Or how to play our quiet game
They don't care about the lines we drew
The fake friends don't believe in it
Cutting corners in a shadow state
Turning every hollow word to hate
Corner cutters in the dark
Building empires out of broken gears
They watch the western clouds
Smiling at the empty threats of peace
They saw the way the world knelt
Back when the coughing started in the spring
Now they play for keeps
Check the map of 2020 stains
Chemical leaks in the western veins
They get away with every lie
Watching every hungry city cry
Watching all the golden profits fly
Without our hand they start to bend
Thinking they can break the very friend
Who gave them teeth to bite the world
Watch the bitter banner get unfurled
They saw what they could do back then
In twenty-twenty when the clock froze
Now they'll do it all over again
And God only knows how it goes
Fuck that shield you think you hold
Fuck the stories you were told
It's a second world nightmare state
Trading pieces for a darker fate
They got away with it once
Now they're just waiting for months
Second rate actors playing first world parts
Cutting through corners and stealing our hearts
Pretending they made it on their own strength
While measuring out a betrayal's full length
North is watching and the dragon wakes
Living on the edge of the mess that it makes
Chemical mist on a twenty-twenty breeze
Bringing the giants right down to their knees
They forget who held the light
Who pulled them out of the endless night
Without the hand they decided to bite
They stumble and fall from the height
Crash down
Hard down
They all fall down
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