Your disposition
Sharpen your knife
Oversold in solid gold
This inquisition
Just point and click
Dig your inch in black and white

We are the sons of what we need
Cursed by the form
So take it and say just what you mean
We're overboard

Command/control
Swear obsolete
Kill your home and break your bones
Lost in static
So find your glitch
Severed tongues that never speak

We are the sons of what we need
Cursed by the form
So take it and say just what you mean
We're overboard

A silent call to break the fall
How low is hope with what you know?
A silent call to break the fall
How low will you go?
We are the sons of what we need
Cursed by the form
So take it and say just what you mean
We're overboard