Bayside - A Call To Arms lyrics
[Bayside - A Call To Arms lyrics]
I swear I can't stand this place
And what's becoming of me
The longer I have to stay
I want to think all unthinkable things
And say what I shouldn't say i need a change
With that said I'm leaving today
I got some concrete ideas
And they've been paving my
Way towards all the
Downtowns and urban decay
There's so much life to these bricks
So much buildings can say
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from
I thought there was blood left in this stone
Turns out that I was wrong
I hope you find the place
That feels like home
And a heightened sense of strength
And a stronger sense of self
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from
And what's becoming of me
The longer I have to stay
I want to think all unthinkable things
And say what I shouldn't say i need a change
With that said I'm leaving today
I got some concrete ideas
And they've been paving my
Way towards all the
Downtowns and urban decay
There's so much life to these bricks
So much buildings can say
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from
I thought there was blood left in this stone
Turns out that I was wrong
I hope you find the place
That feels like home
And a heightened sense of strength
And a stronger sense of self
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from
A new experienced me
We'll be coming back on rusted
Limbs and bloody knees
A call to arms
For all the suburban soldiers who've got
No one to count on faceless and scarred
We don't know where we're going
We forgot where we came from