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The pack grows stronger by daylight... Written and performed by Violent Conflict Filmed and edited by Brida Films Produced, mixed and mastered by Crucible Sound Behind the scenes by Tom Hedge More: Lyrics: These blood stained walls shoot mistaken mugshots Framed and shamed by a counterfeit jury Dead mans game if your hands aren’t dirty This is the cult of black and white Return of the lynch law The blind belief, the mob mentality At the end of a pitch fork A victim of justice Can dissimulate the truth but can’t bury the lies Another clout chasing bitch flirting with their demise Un-bottle the poison and expect me to die You expect me to die What’s the point in justice, if we’ll never be free We’re downing the poison like you wouldn’t believe Burnt at the stake, it’s getting harder to see Blood burns brighter to my enemy Running the rope don’t get caught in the fray Soul dissected Defaming the name is enough to take aim Drawn and quartered Trial by fire, verdict of death The leech drains until there's nothing left This is the cult, this is the cult This is the cult of black and white This is the cult of the black and white The consequence another sleepless night Another motherfucker looking for a Fight or flight, kill them on-sight The pack grows stronger by daylight The cries of the fallen Upon deaf ears, Innocence is frozen This is the cult of black and white The pack grows stronger by daylight Another motherfucker looking for a fight (x4) Running the rope don’t get caught in the fray Soul dissected Defaming the name is enough to take aim Drawn and quartered Trial by fire, verdict of death The leech drains until there's nothing left This is the cult, this is the cult This is the cult of black and white
