The cries of all the things that ought to die resonate inside my heart Stabbing me in a blind fury like a child desperate and lost
The air I take in with each breath is alien It burns me from within reminding me that I cannot renounce the vow The time is now
Of what are you innocent? You carried contraband into my mind as if you couldn't kill me dead enough
Your waste is in my blood It's never going to stop I played along but now I do no longer know just how
Of what are you innocent? You carried contraband into my mind as if you couldn't kill me dead enough
Your waste is in my blood It's never, never going to stop I kept silent all my life prepared to make some sacrifice
The cries of all the things that ought to die interfuse It's time for you to choose I am no longer angry I'm in good faith We can finish this with dignity and grace