Noble Soldier / Dystopian Lament - Cursive

Push it back, push it back

Push it out of your head now

Push it back, push it back

Push it out of your head now, my friend

Don’t recall what you saw

Modern life is behind you

Don’t recall what you saw

Freedom’s a dream

Don’t look up, don’t look up

Don’t look into the mirror

Don’t look up, don’t look up

You won’t like what you’re seeing in there

It’s just a shell, just a shell

It’s a vessel of who you once were

Shell shocked, well heeled

Noble soldier

It’s over, over, over

Push it back now

Push back, push back

Push it out now

It’s over, over

Push it out now

Push back, push back

The life you knew is over

Part II: Dystopian Lament

I used to fall for love

For family and for friends

I used to fall for unity

Despite our differences

I used to fall for trust

The decency of man

I used to fall for secrecy

'Til a neighbor played my hand

I used to fall for math

A universal truth

I used to fall for science books

Until they were removed

I used to fall for hope

The promise of our youth

I used to fall for change

'Til our youth became recruits

I used to fall for currency

To dictate what I’m worth

I used to fall for ancestry

Now I know we’re fucked from birth

I used to fall for news

I’d check it each morning

I used to fall for freedom of speech

Before the red warning

I used to fall for anarchy

But loved the world too much

I used to fall for rioting

'Til the sentry locked us up

Now I fall in line

Now I fall in line

Now I fall in line

Now I fall in line

Fall in line

Fall in line

Fall in line

Fall in line