Tragedy by The Rebel Spell Lyrics
Fuck you all I know what’s going on
You’ll remember me when I’m gone
I follow the path of the greats and through their words
I got the truth about you and the world
I’ll spill both blood and bile
Kill myself trying to walk the same miles
And no it hasn’t occurred to me that
I chose the martyrdom of art over the military
I know you think you’re right but I can see you’ve been deceived
And if your goal is tragedy then I’d say you’re on your way
There’s no glory in cell destruction
I’ve been built to do as I’m told
Me big, me strong “shoot guns not dope”
My life’s so structured I’ll be cast in stone
The war exists in my own back yard it seems
I’ll take my streets back with my knife and my 2 bare hands
I’m mentally programmed for order and control
Question what I’m really doing… No fuck no!
I know you think you’re right but I can see you’ve been deceived
And if your goal is tragedy then I’d say you’re on your way
Your minds bleached clean
From the stains of blood just a marionette holding a gun
You wouldn’t join an army or religious cult
But you’re in a cage of words that you built yourself
They’ve actually got you by your arms and your legs
There are hooks in your mind that are there to stay
Free your mind
Find some order
We both need to take a look at each other
The same lies come from both sides
We’re all gonna die
You’ll remember me when I’m gone
I follow the path of the greats and through their words
I got the truth about you and the world
I’ll spill both blood and bile
Kill myself trying to walk the same miles
And no it hasn’t occurred to me that
I chose the martyrdom of art over the military
I know you think you’re right but I can see you’ve been deceived
And if your goal is tragedy then I’d say you’re on your way
There’s no glory in cell destruction
I’ve been built to do as I’m told
Me big, me strong “shoot guns not dope”
My life’s so structured I’ll be cast in stone
The war exists in my own back yard it seems
I’ll take my streets back with my knife and my 2 bare hands
I’m mentally programmed for order and control
Question what I’m really doing… No fuck no!
I know you think you’re right but I can see you’ve been deceived
And if your goal is tragedy then I’d say you’re on your way
Your minds bleached clean
From the stains of blood just a marionette holding a gun
You wouldn’t join an army or religious cult
But you’re in a cage of words that you built yourself
They’ve actually got you by your arms and your legs
There are hooks in your mind that are there to stay
Free your mind
Find some order
We both need to take a look at each other
The same lies come from both sides
We’re all gonna die