Boring Houses for Boring People - Death of a Family
Navigate only by excusesLet the procedures run their course
Raised by the tribe to serve in shadow
Cut at the root to stem the source
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
I bowed to twenty false religions
I rose above them out of sin
Stole past the doors of swollen chambers
Bound to the beast that lies within
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
They're walking in line
They're walking in line
They walk to their beds in a neat single file
The pig on its knees
The world at its feet
Take pride in the birth of a brother
Bring her down
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
Death of a family
Waste of a seed
Written by:
Tom Wright
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