Contract, contract
Contract, contract of black halos
Go, run your mouth
Your op
We walked on glass all day long
With eyes rolled back
It
I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods
Words
They rest, they rest, they rest, they rest
They rest on
No, I don't care, we don't care, no one seems
It's taken me fifty thousand separate wrecks to get here
And
Run
Run away screaming bloody murder
The doubt of question will be
Our knives say
"We're making way for this, the ending"
Stay back,
Oh my God, hand us down your ribbons
Your death defier
Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Marching in slumber,
Like death never content
Starve the old and feed the new