The Band Rafters - Fugitive

Rigor mortis sets in
Embalm the truth
Pay your taxes
And bomb the youth
Fist to the sky
And they're wondering why
Singing sell the news and empty the pews
We are broken by the system
Shifting shadows in this prism
Treating our sorrows with the symptoms
Light it up bring it up scream it out
Broken by the system
Shifting shadows in this prism
Treating our sorrows with the symptoms
Light it up bring it up scream it out
Tonight
We fight
On
On
Tonight
We fight
On
On
Face the facts kid
Got nothing to lose
Hands in the air
Got something to prove
Police the scanners
And double your standards
Singing sell the news and empty the pews
Dead faces lining their pockets
Giving a straight face
Keeping it quiet
Staring down from the top of the mountain
Light it up bring it up scream it out
Dead faces lining their pockets
Giving a straight face
Keeping it quiet
Staring down from the top of the mountain
Light it up bring it up scream it out
Tonight (Don't turn your back kid, sing it to the masses)
We fight (Let's roll the dice and scream it to the masses)
On (It's a fact of fiction, all this division)
On (I'm on a mission, unplug your television)
Tonight (Don't turn your back kid, sing it to the masses)
We fight (Let's roll the dice and scream it to the masses)
On (It's a fact of fiction, all this division)
On (I'm on a mission, unplug your television)
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming
To bring you an important message (Programming)
(To your regularly scheduled message)
Fighting
Hiding
Fighting
Hiding
Hiding
Running like a fugitive
Finding
The truth between the lines
Hiding
Running like a fugitive
Finding
The truth between the lies
Hiding
Running like a fugitive
Finding
The truth between the lines
Hiding
Running like a fugitive
Finding
The truth between the lies
Tonight (Don't turn your back kid, sing it to the masses)
We fight (Let's roll the dice and scream it to the masses)
On (It's a fact of fiction, all this division)
On (I'm on a mission, unplug your television)
Tonight (Don't turn your back kid, sing it to the masses)
We fight (Let's roll the dice and scream it to the masses)
On (It's a fact of fiction, all this division)
On (I'm on a mission, unplug your television)

Written by:
Greg Johnson, Jonathan Wier, Joseph Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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