Lyrics

You sink to a re-breathe
Then to breathe in

Position ideology
With no substance
What’s in a word

Deserves new meaning

Terror flown high
Single file
Existence

For kid doing bom with open arms
Could make us feel dead

We’ve been killing for
One last fillet pig

Taunt me
Save me
Answer quietly

Fate of
Flown high
Single file
Existence