Fallstate - Who the Fuck Is Cameron Brookes?

The man, the mystery, the myth
To pin one down is to deface his monolith
I wondered for years what he would become
Brookes-born he is the Zed-son
Under a dreaded crown
Where his knowledge sits
Liquid presented like
"What the fuck is this? Like, What the FUCK is this?"

Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
(They may be your last)
Call us disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down

Once we were told our fate is sealed
The line was in the sand
(The king of intoxication is here to lead the damned)

At noon, he awakens before the call
Beer-stained proudly now watch as he falls
Spilling conspiracy to foil the man
And enlighten the mind this was all in his plan
His presence is in all of us
Born to consume, not wear the cost
We will never wear the cost

Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
(They may be your last)
Call us disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down

Once we were told our fate is sealed
(Told our fate is)
The line was in the sand
(The king of intoxication is here to lead the damned)
This is the tale of Cameron Brookes
He knows not what we do
But what we are

Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
Call us disciples of Cam's town
Call us disciples of Cam's town
We are disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down

I will stand by this loyalty
For these words I'd become a martyr

Written by:
Grady Gottler, Kurt Hughes

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