Thrive from Surge by BAS ROTTEN

Tracklist

16.	Thrive	1:41

Lyrics

Death,
Cadence.

Stale mornings,
can't get out of bed.
Loaded shackles,
Mantles made of lead.

"Strike first and
Strike hard and
Let them pick up the pieces"

But the show is old,
And the will is slow.
And for every hit that lands,
The air flows thicker.

The climax never came.
Automated routine,
In which we all take part.

Death,
Cadence.

The perfect storm was never there,
Yet we continue to dance.
Our favorite number is none,
Our favorite color is dead.

Dance to the cadence of death.