at birth given scars along tender heart liberties

in justice for awkward living situated casualties

they lay dead along your floor

careful not to wake them they're sleeping

in the morrows good mourning

the dying will discard the wish to live

let this colony know in the name of the dead
we're coming

when i kill her, i'll have her

die white girls, die white girls

you'll get nothing for something

arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung

the night of your children's day

beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded
up

seal the lips of your voice with haste

and cower at the sounds as they make their way

surprise speed and malice

the opposing break the surface hold ready

will the killing veil love should the heroes play
dumb

but killings no fun when the heroes are none

bye, bye world