Six Feet Under

by Silent Theory

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lyrics

V1
Have we had enough yet?
Are we having fun yet?
Have we had enough yet?
Repetition starting to get underneath your skin?
Let’s all get antiquated dressed in seven second grief
Only attend to the symptoms, not the sickness underneath
Please give us just one moment, just a chance to catch our breath
Not every single child needs a bullet in their chest
Unless it’s pressed upon the people acting like they know what’s best
This is likely just the catalyst of what we can expect

Pre-chorus
So I guess this is what it looks like
Once the smoke is clear
It’s happening here, and it’s happening now
And it’s got us gripped in fear
So I guess this is what it looks like
Are we keeping score?
They stoke the flame and then stake the claim
That we got exactly what we asked for

Chorus
Without a shadow of a doubt
We’ve lost ourselves
Open fire on a crowd
It’s what we do so well
We eat what we see
Soon enough we’ll be six feet under
Make no mistake, it’s bound to happen
One way or another

V2
There might be something in the water
There might be holes in our sails
Let’s get a grip on the wheel
Right the ship we may still have a chance at the white whale
Tragedy has a funny little habit
Makes communities consumed with grief
And honestly, if you ever ask me
I think that we can make this brief

Pre-chorus
So I guess this is what it looks like
Backpacks and bullet holes
Hallways of red and phone calls on end
It’s likely going to take its toll
I guess this is what it looks like
Living under constant threat
We better watch our necks
Who knows what comes next?
I’m asking have we had enough yet?

Chorus
Without a shadow of a doubt
We’ve lost our minds
Another shooter on the prowl
It happens all the time
We need relief
Too bad we’ll be six feet under
You can’t escape what’s bound to happen
One way or another

Breakdown
Escape the mess
The mess that we made
The mess that we made
Escape your shame
Just blame it on me
Just blame it on me
Escape the mess
The mess that we made
The mess that we made
Escape your shame
Just blame it on me
Quit blaming me!

credits

released April 27, 2020
Lyrics by Dakota Elliot Tyler
Music by Scott Swanger

Recorded, mixed and mastered by James Hill at Amplified Wax Recording Studios