Hazed Senses in Barbed Wire Fences

Duration

4:16

Lyrics

I know we are both lost looking for a way out, But our wings can't breathe in this rusted wire. We walk along the cracked ally ways, Scavenging every scar for a small sample. These injections that we use for our torture, Leave our bodies to rot in infected shells. The snarls and turns of deaths concentrated gears, Leave us to gaze out of bloody tears. And now, were left to weep out of amputated beaks. The men and womyn in black suits and dresses, Cut me, fry me, cook me in their hungry eyes. My organs are put up for adoption, And my skin is placed to auction. These cages are barbed, dripping meth and life. Our final breath is taken and euthanized We accept we were born to die. We accept to increase the rate. We sleep on your cutting boards, Left to dream of our slaughtered fait. I know we are both lost looking for a way out, But were left to die, drowning in this business venture.