Parkway Drive - Writings on the Wall (Full Album Stream)

Listen to the full album: “Writings on the Wall“ by Parkway Drive from the album 'IRE,' out now! Produced by George Hadjichristou Order on iTunes: Order CD and vinyl: Facebook: Instagram: Lyrics When you’re born in the dirt the only way to grow is up So we reach for the sun but it seems Every rung that you climb is another crooked line That you cross off the tally of your dreams Don’t step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast Every face has its place in the crowd They’ll give you all the answers, so you don’t ask any questions Then they’ll march you with a smile into the ground And we all go to heaven in a little row boat So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop This stray dog world, this sick sad place Got a belly full of maggots and disease Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse Every word is a lie you best believe We take one step forward, then two steps back In a race to the bottom of the barrel They teach us how to fear They teach us how to hate Then they arm us and they march us off to hell And its left, left, left right left So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop Because they came for our minds We said nothing They came for our hopes We said nothing They came for our souls And still we said nothing Now they’re coming for our lives So what’s it gonna take What’s it gonna take See how they run, see how they run So put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop