Fold your arms child and kneel Don't believe what you feel The truth will catch you, just wait"¦ Born to learn death by rote With a silver knife to your throat The incisions are already made
No one can help you escape There's nowhere left to run
I keep my hands in my pockets Like Goddard's failed rockets I bring shame in a blaze of fire Even the songs of the angels blindfolded Call us to rocks to retire
No one can help you escape There's nowhere left to run
Cut yourself from the ties
No one can help you escape There's nowhere left to run More from The Motion Sick