Tekst piosenki
Someone wants me dead
from the neck and upwards.
Rope weaved by these hands,
box of my toils.
Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.
Reeling - believing that these are the dues.
Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.
No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.
To be made an example
will stauch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Bigots want my head
on a plate to sound-out.
Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.
Damning - programming etiquette to suit.
To dissect and reset
will staunch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Group constrictor.
Throttling a bond.
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues
