In Dying Arms
Womb of Vital Confinement
Look at what we have become
Fuck you, you fucking slave
Something we can't manifest
Slave, fucking slave. You're a mother fucking slave
You see us as the antagonist?
Must you feel insecure?
The walls that you once hibernated to for security
Have now become your asylum of captivity
You're not the same
Can you feel me now?
Can you feed off my words fucking slave?