Slain in [Inaudible]
Shake my head and turn my face to the floor
Thirsting within, without
Lest we forget who, who lay
Cain in [Inaudible]
Sleight of the reason, how they come
Dead to respect, to respect to be born
Sighted, weeded, how they run
Dead to respect, to respect to be born
Blame something else
Alone, the crowd spurning step by state
Shake my head and turn my face to the floor