Lyrics Hemlock - Diöde

Hemlock

Hemlock for Socrates, who did not know his place
The modern poisoner would dare not show his face
So fill my goblet, and I’ll pull it to the dregs
And lay me down when I can’t feel my legs
How casually we do what cannot be undone
How frivolous it seems to vote and kill someone
Do me a service now, look me in the eyes
You’ll go on knowing that I was afraid to die