Raw Nerve

(turn it up)

Static in the air,

scratching at the walls I wait for the gravity before it falls

You talk a lot of game but you never show

Underneath the surface is a static undertow

I feel it

taking over

(taking over) It's getting closer

now!

Break the mold, tear it down

Throw the pieces

on the ground! Lost the grip,

lost the control

Feed the fire in your soul!

Flicker in the screen,

fading in the grey Another promise that you threw away I'm counting

down the seconds of the compromise

Behind the mask of your hollow lies

Break the mold, tear it down

Throw the pieces on the ground!

Lost the grip,

lost the control

Feed the fire in your soul!

Get back!

You don't know me!

Get back!

(shut up!)

Tear it down... (yeah)