Gritside Riot

Yeah,

we're blending these lines tonight. (uh-huh)

Dust on the road,

red clay in my hands Walking a line that nobody understands Got

a kick drum pounding inside of my chest And a system roaring,

giving no rest.

I feel the pressure rising up

through the floor (rising up) I cannot take this quiet life

anymore

Break the gate! Tear it down!

(let's go!)

Now we ride through the dust and the digital rain Sipping whiskey

to quiet the modern pain From the porch to the stage to

the moshpit floor We're knocking down every single locked door.

Oh,

hear the wind

howl through the wire

Everything is burning, we set the fire (ohhh)

Let it burn! Feel the noise!

(screaming guitar solo) Just

dust and

wires

remaining. (mmmmm)