Lyrics:

The first track on FLOTW’s debut album LVL IV starts off with a bang, showcasing the band’s hard riffs, solos, and rough vocals.
Tell your mother to have her vision examined
Tell your practitioner to practice famine
Children wearing suits hold briefcase family feuds
In jukebox radio tunes
Coming to a store near you

We're gonna pull you in
Never gonna let you out
Make sure you know your way in a crowd
When freedom only costs as much as you can buy
They'll sell your whole life in pieces
Rest 'til you die

So buy a life and sell a teen prophecy
Glam horror mock silver-screen guillotine
Put the whole family on trial tonight
Turn the television off and turn on the lights
With me


Billboards advertise magazines
Record our memories, rape our dreams
In Hollywood faces burnt like dollar bills
Why should I trade my drugs for your pills, Mr. Capital Hill?
Sell me war, you're a king now
Get up in the spotlight
Get up in the spotlight


Get up get up, we're in the spotlight
Get up get up, we're in the spotlight
Spotlight, spotlight crowd
Spotlight, spotlight crowd
We're in the spotlight now