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sharpen your cleaver
then swing, swing, swing life away
death, death, death came in waves
we'll
sew your lips so you may not speak up
saw your hands so you may not reach out
take your tongues for even thinking of being loud
give them something new and real to complain about
girls are gathered to watch the boys be butchered
covered in guts of the gods slain and prey slaughtered
the ones they swore to protect are all dead now
we left the hellhounds to guard the hen house
after all
we were lied to from the start
after all
they said you can trust us, keep moving, don't make any sudden stops
come forth, confess the sickness you suffer from, suffer from
told us to spread our wings so it was easy to cut 'em off, cut 'em off
after all
"it's only when you fall that you learn how to fly"