Something In The Water - Stray From The Path

Round and round and round it goes

Negative repetitive, that’s how it is

Over and over and over and over again

Negative repetitive, that’s how it ends

Our fathers fathers

Lived through the horrors

Old bones grave robbers

The spear in the ribcage is now the bullet in the chest

The dead, they don’t rest

There must be something in the water

The crusade is televised

The genocide is going live

It all goes black quicker than a flash flood

They’re always Hungry for blood

Round and round and round it goes

Negative repetitive, that’s how it is

Over and over and over and over again

Negative repetitive, that’s how it ends

Our fathers fathers

Hand me downs

The clip for the rounds

Just squeeze, don’t choke

The future weeps in the shadow of the gun smoke

There must be something in the water

Over and over and over and over again

Violent men meet violent ends

It’s the same shit I heard back in 96

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Decades later I’ve seen the worlds true view

Fox News is gonna flex and cast their image in you

Share holders gonna flex and try to annex the truth

Apple bought the fantasy, the piles of eyes

On the line, new thrill ride, trials and lies

And while we sit there and eat up the words from their mouths

They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south

They’re always hungry for blood

Red rivers run to the roots of the family trees

An heirloom for the centuries

The rotten fruit

The withered leaves

The path to death is destiny

Must be something in the water

Over and over and over again

Violent men meet violent ends