Lyrics

Tribal

War has come
Rome will burn
Curse your ground
For my sake

Threads open
Spoken tongues
Bent on their false idols

And all this talk
It gives no ground

Find your in
Drive engagement
Sway no one
Scroll your way on

Dead strawmen
Haunt my thoughts
Still, your friends won’t mind much

And all this talk
It gives no ground

Trust no one
Spite the “brainwashed”

This moment
Is nowhere

Shared comments
Won’t bind us
Save for their cold silence