I would love to tell the winners
To rise and step out on the frame
So that all could see their faces
And know that they're the ones to blame
They all would tell me
I was strung out and enraged
Without any hope of ever
Meaning anything
To anyone that's ever known me deeper
Than my given name
I should put my head back down
And be afraid
Or be erased
I would love to tell those sleepers
To watch their fathers graves
And if he should ever wake up
Their lot should be the same
Same
But they all would tell me
I was strung out and enraged
Without any hope of ever
Meaning anything
To anyone that's ever known me deeper
Than my given name
I should put my head back down
And be afraid
Or be erased
Or be erased
We've been so kind
Like a batter to the ball
Said we've been so blind
Like cattle to the call
Now what if we rise
And started to rebel
If you don't mind
I'll lead you to your cell
(Welcome to your home)
They all would tell me
I was strung out and enraged
(Welcome to your home)
Without any hope of ever
Meaning anything
To anyone that's ever known me deeper
Than my given name
I should put my head back down
And be afraid
Anyone that's ever known me deeper
Than my given name
So I should put my head back down
And be afraid
Or be erased