We're the poison to the antidote
That's killing us

The question to the answers
Demeaning us with empty morals
Detached from reality

They tell us what's real

We felt sick

As we walked out of the room
To nest in filth and howl at the moon


How could you take/ My life is gone
And I don't know why
You're on your own now/ Find you dead


Hollow well-groomed failures
Outside of prison-bar mansions

That made the earth's skin crawl
There is no time to rest
And heal out wounds

Black wind talker and singer of songs

No good words could

Find his tongue that day
We felt sick
As we walked out of the room