Tell your children to run for their lives past the memory loss, past the first and most, past the bleach at dinner toasts that sprint to kill us vital throats.
We slid by all the hillside diamonds, lit the lamps, killed the lights, broke the backs of tanks and suns and put the pends on ice the always devoted were told to detonate all the contacts left and right.
Before the wires touched, they gave up all they had.
Goddamn weve finally broke, goddamn were finally broke.
Well do anything, anything but run and hide. Theres no one home, were dead on four feet, deaf to defeat and were all ready and waiting. Were all ready and waiting to be burned alive at the stake.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
