Lyrics Turn the Volume Up (Alastor) - McGwire , Rustage
I
swear,
I
testify,
it's
not
all
just
black
and
white
I'll
find
a
better
life,
just
give
the
hand
a
shake
You
hate
me,
get
in
line,
we're
braced
for
better
times
Just
keep
your
head
up
high
and
get
up
out
my
way
(yeah)
Mic's
on,
one-two
and
the
check's
done
Showtime,
ain't
no
need
for
a
test
run
New
coat,
new
stains,
and
some
fresh
blood
Birds
of
a
flock,
they
go
mad
for
the
breadcrumbs
Our
poison's
poured
'til
we
get
drunk
Gon'
learn
when
the
chains
on
their
neck
from
Bring
the
bloodshed
back
like
it's
redrum
Radio
static,
that's
a
tune
that
the
dead
hum
They
all
loving
me,
tuning
in
to
my
messages
Phasing
them
out
like
doublespeak,
misremember
their
etiquette
Deal
in
souls
like
it's
currency,
I'm
removing
the
pleasantries
Listening
to
the
summaries,
and
learning
who
the
Devil
is
You
don't
wanna
bet
on
it
Leaving
husks
of
men
until
the
hope
inside
is
derelict
Turning
up
the
volume,
so
the
sound
you
hear
is
deafening
Knock-knock-knock,
when
you
hear
'em,
then
you
let
him
in
Hide
another
skeleton,
my
closet's
getting
larger
Listen
to
the
audience,
they're
canning
all
the
laughter
Son
another
heretic,
so
listen
to
your
father
Way
I
move
like
Reddit,
I'm
delivering
'em
karma
I'm
not
a
saint
or
a
martyr,
pray
to
your
masters
Question
my
role,
and
then
gave
them
the
answer
They're
not
the
snakes
that
I'm
after
Broadcast
their
Hell
and
then
asked
them
to
rate
the
disaster
I
swear,
I
testify,
it's
not
all
just
black
and
white
I'll
find
a
better
life,
just
give
the
hand
a
shake
Hate
me,
just
get
in
line,
we're
braced
for
better
times
Just
keep
your
head
up
high
and
get
up
out
my
way
They
all
wanna
hit
of
your
pain
Broadcast
in
a
stereo
haze
Cry
out
if
you're
gettin'
afraid
Turn
the
volume
up
Hell-fire
isn't
really
just
flames
Right
now,
it's
a
city
of
stains
All
primed
for
it
being
my
stage
Turn
the
volume
up
Yeah,
OG
don't
dabble
in
bootlegs
I
mean
my
waves
gon'
carry
the
tune
best
They
be
so
scared,
they
having
to
choose
death
Can't
make
a
change,
not
cracking
a
few
heads,
ay
Red
and
black,
I
leave
it
like
roulette,
a-ay
On
the
track,
but
never
a
duet,
a-ay
Out
my
bag,
a
devil
in
new
threads
I
go
ghost
every
note
like,
"What
will
he
do
next?"
Uh,
I'ma
make
them
shake
like
a
tremolo
Put
them
in
the
grave
by
the
second
note
Do
it
every
day,
every
episode
Keep
on
going
up
like
a
shephard's
tone
I
be
loving
modal
when
I
set
the
tone
Encore,
encore,
I'm
the
best
in
show
Sign
off
and
I
left
a
note
See
the
dead
men
hang
like
a
telephone
I
swear,
I
testify,
it's
not
all
just
black
and
white
I'll
find
a
better
life,
just
give
the
hand
a
shake
Hate
me,
just
get
in
line,
we're
braced
for
better
times
Just
keep
your
head
up
high
and
get
up
out
my
way
They
all
wanna
hit
of
your
pain
Broadcast
in
a
stereo
haze
Cry
out
if
you're
getting
afraid
Turn
the
volume
up
Hellfire
isn't
really
just
flames
Right
now
it's
a
city
of
stains
All
primed
for
it
being
my
stage
Turn
the
volume
up
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