The Flatliners Follow

Right there is on the Wynford Bridge.
Have you sheltered from wind we're tend.
Are your ears tied for survival?
I hope while you're in the hurt.
Is it enough to burn your bibles?
Have you had enough of me?
Are your weapons automatic?
And your faith is strong

And they're crawling on their hands and knees
With the mess you left with them
And they're crawling on their hands and knees
With the mess you left with them

Government officials got the itch,
String and fingers pointed at the kids.
A loaded missile ain't say they miss you.
Can you tell me what's the point of all of this?
Special taste thinking of the influence
Of uniform and killing the worst feeling.
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And they're crawling on their hands and knees
With the mess you left with them
And they're crawling on their hands and knees
With the mess you left with them

I'm full of degradation,
Leave every single inch of use they think them.

Crawling on their hands and knees
To the mess you left with them
And you crawl to your grave on your hands and knees
For the mess you left with them
For the mess you left with them