Come sons and daughters
Come everyone come everyone around
Come rapists of lovers
within the walls you're dancing off
If you had control in your hands
would you colonize the faithless all around you?
learn to hold their hands, learn to reel them in
learn to touch them in their delicate hours
Held by the reins
of yesterdays children
Held by the reins
of fear that its over
I am the pettycoat, I am the long lost words of hope
you kept within your lungs
I am the messenger
I am a shadow on the doors of innocence
Held by the reins
of yesterdays children
Held by the reins
of fear that its over
You're not going to wait anymore, that's what you said before
You're not going to wait anymore
I am the fallen oak
my branches dead and broke
just look at the mess all around me
I am the dirty tapes
I am the magistrate
I am the filthiest thoughts that you crave
I am the rise and fall
I am a wrecking ball
telling you everything you'll ever know
I am to demonstrate
I am to fornicate
I am to loathe you
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