A Form Of Protest
Cane Hill
From the inside to the surface
I think we cursed it
We kill the light with the darkness
And we deserve it
Sold our souls, they were worthless
Now we're remorseless
We become death incarnate
Falling farther now
Sinking deeper down, down, down
Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?
I think that God is broken
And she enjoyed it
Soak in bleach, and corrupt it
Where is the purpose?
We are apocalypse
We are death incarnate
We are apocalypse
Falling farther now
Sinking deeper down, down, down
Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?
I won't become what I despise
Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive
The hand that feeds is a servant
Were we designed to deserve this?
(Death, anger, spite, disease)
(Death, anger, spite, disease)
Death, anger, spite, disease
Death, anger, spite, disease
Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?
I won't become what I despise
Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive