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Prisoners Of The Flock

from Prisoners Of The Flock by The Weight

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Fall asleep and fall short
It won’t be long now
I'll latch the door on us
Unexpected guests to us
Prisoners of the flock
Would assimilate with ease
Here they come to collect their living
This shot’s from me to you
Here they come to collect their living
This shot’s from me to you
So I better aim high and true
And they’re fucking coming for you too
Tear the flesh, tear it clean and good
Better save the heart you want as food
Hope everyone’s rotting/ doing well
I won’t go back to this living hell
The gnashing of teeth
Was such a familiar sight
Done living out those days
Those days lived were fucking dire
Move back
Whatever makes for lost time
An offer, this; a broken mind
Whatever makes for lost time
An offer, this; a broken mind
Don’t you fucking back away
Don’t shy from harm
Because the more you do the less you become
The defeated are farmed
It’s too fucking bad
Now witness what we had fall apart

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from Prisoners Of The Flock, released November 9, 2012

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