Текст песни Punchline Punched Back

Got to re, got to re, got to react When you’re tired of being the punchline So the punchline punched back Got to re, got to re, got to relapse Tired of being the punchline Now the punchline punched back Breaking news, yeah you’ve been used We’re born inside a kill box that you never knew Now see your life through funeral eyes Like a masquerade Department store for shock and awe I keep a secret mood board And I'm plotting out a range of rage, its all the rage All the schemes and games Pull the camera back The sharp end of your life is back Attack attack the panic attack, bang Leave it all for dead Rows and rows of roses left Don’t throw punches just throw bunches Of flowers into the air Shut your eyes and come alive A holiday at Rekall And we’re leaving here though Arnie’s eyes Your dreams are lies All a mass charade Analyse don’t idolise Silence isn’t golden when its your voice that's been stolen There’s no fate just time I hardly left my heartbeat, my heartbeat left me