Wring Me Out - 8 Feet

Whether it's left or right
It's a problem we can't fight alone
Camcorders left broken on a jagged stone
The brain is photographic
Yet it's not enough
A whole system says you can't then that call your bluff
Frame to frame, putting film 8 feet underground
If a cop rings a shot, will it make a sound?
Trees in distance, innocences under the sun
They won't stop till we hang from every single one

I can see it so clear
135 deprived
I've seen footage my friend
Casting charge with eye
I can see it so clear
135 deprived

All we have left is dead meat
Leaving more room for wearing a bedsheet
More room for a terrorist, a metal fist, a metal badge, head to bag, did it all, no I didn't
Blunt to a mouth, seem fair enough?
Another censored screen can't share enough
In a world where buttons ain't plush
I've been
Feeling like a truth addict picking up a head rush

I can see it so clear
135 deprived
I've seen footage my friend
Casting charge with eye
I can see it so clear
135 deprived

Written by:
Cole Clark

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