In Dying Arms Womb Of Vital Confinement
Look at what we have become
Fuck you, you f..cking slave
Something we can't manifest
Slave, f..cking slave. You're a mother f..cking slave
You see us as the antagonist?
Must you feel insecure?
The walls that you once hibernated to for security
Have now become your asylum of captivity.
You're not the same
Can you feel me now?
Can you feed off my words f..cking slave?
