| We are the blow that buckles your knees. |
| Your eyes aren’t open. |
| You'll never be
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| Set free. |
| And every line we fear to cross will begin to blur. |
| And if you live
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| By the pen, you will die by the sword. |
| Your voice is unwelcome here. |
| You will
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| Be silenced by the horde. |
| Ties that bind us, keeping us secure. |
| Lies to hide
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| Us, deep inside your haven, your hive. |
| We are the words that are lodged in the
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| Back of your throat, waiting to break through your teeth. |
| Stand convinced with
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| No conviction that we are cursed beyond a cure. |
| Your voice is unwelcome here
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| You will be silenced by the horde. |
| Ties that bind us, keeping us secure. |
| Lies
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| To hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive. |
| So drink, drink deep, and die in
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| The hive. |
| It’s so hard to find the truth in silence. |
| Untie your tongue and
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| Clear the air that pollutes your ears. |
| Ties that bind us, keeping us secure
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| Lies to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive. |
| This place you’ve chosen to
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| Hide, your haven, your hive. |
| This place we’ve come to destroy, the haven, the
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| Hive |