Protest The Hero. Fortress. Goddess Bound. Zeneszám

Take everything your parents taught you, throw it to the dogs
Its forgotten flesh of something dead its blood drips from your jaws.

Take everything your school has taught you, throw it to the dogs.
Its meat that dries in summer heat and reeks now of its rot.
It speaks now of the fate that we await, to be forgot.

Just as mountains live outside of rocks
And time itself outside of clocks.

We hope that life exists beyond our lonely bones in the pine box.
From the bottom of my heart, at the top of my lungs
From the corner of my eye at the tip of my tongue - its everywhere
Its everything, everyone. It's anywhere, it's anything, it's anyone

the neighbour saving face by saying grace today for yesterdays
behaviour, bound to tethers girls in leather unveil the true face
of his saviour.

Live to fuck, fuck til death
Drink to sorrow and regrets.

Remember that which love begets is irony that those who clasp their
Chests are lives as yet unfinished as they grasp their final breath