12 Rounds Bovine
Shattered are the lies that bind us Blind are all the guides that guide us Buried are the words that free us Deaf is who will listen in this night Deaf is who will listen in this night Lost is all that I held hope in Dull is the fire that once was smoking Gone is the force that kept me free Put me in the juicer and come drink me Put me in the juicer and come drink me Well it feels like this whole party's over I don't even know my name Won't you tell me where the next one's headed I don't even know the game Mute and numb and struck and stricken Deaf and dumb and done and sickened Dead are the gods that made us fine Spirit's dead I might as well be Bovine Well it feels like this whole party's over I don't even know my name Won't you tell me where the next one's headed I don't even know the game Here we stop We see We stop, Believe Will it end We'll see We find Relief Relief
