Cutting Edge Lyrics

The cutting edge of their switchblade has impaired us

But we still stand strong

We are legion, and we know their names and faces

So we rise with the setting sun

So we rise with the setting sun

So we rise with the setting sun

Hands all over the ways by which we make our names

Feed our families

"Hand over the rights to your bodies," they always say

Left with no autonomy

Ownership is government (government, government)

And I refuse to be ruled (to be ruled)

And kept down on my knees, on my fucking knees

By the likes of you

Take your gilded blades out our fucking backs

Stick them into your fucking necks

Awaken the mass from slumber

Fuck a fair fight, strength in numbers

So we rise with the setting sun

So we rise with the setting sun

Chewed up, spit out, bitten, twisted, downward shifted

Trauma factory, we lived it and then we relived it

Cyclical, generational, familial

Instead of folk songs, we passed down your filthy fucking

Capital

Capitalist punishment

A punishment fit for a fascist

Ice will rain down for eternity

But first, guillotine

Take your gilded blades out our fucking backs

Stick them into your fucking necks

Awaken the mass from slumber

Fuck a fair fight, strength in numbers

The cutting edge of their switchblade has impaired us

But we still stand strong

We are legion, and we know their names and faces

So we rise with the setting sun

We are the rust in the nail in your coffin

We are the rust in the nail in your coffin

We are the rust in the nail in your coffin