Speaking in tongue, even so young. Burning your lungs and crazed while traversing life… without a choice. Hiding your voice while you rejoice… forced to, under the knife. You’re crazed while traversing life. You’re forced to, under their knife. Welcome my dear, it’s the life in this flock, you shall grow to fear. Throughout these years, water is scarce here, you’ll be drinking your tears… oh yeah. Drinking your tears, oh yeah. Speaking in tongue, even so young. Burning your lungs and crazed while traversing life… without a choice. Hiding your voice while you rejoice… forced to, under the knife. You’re crazed while traversing life. You’re forced to, under the knife. There’s no escape from this dark shape. An ever-expanding cloud, this herd in a death shroud. There’s no escape from taking on our shape. So, quiet yourself now. On your knees to bow. Question, not, on how to take back your vow. “Join or die?”, we said. With signature, you bled. Bound, so never fled. Ours until you’re dead… oh, dead. Oh. “To join or die?”, we said. And, with signature, you bled… until the end. We have you until the end. The. End.
