Against his will, he crawls in the box
Accused him of trespassing
Assault him, threaten death to him
Just run, just run, just run
Tripped into dirt, cable ties bound his hands
He screams forgiveness, just for walking the land
The sadness, hear his sadness
It's the blackness, this is madness
Come on! Come on! We want to throw the petrol
Come, come! Let's throw the petrol on
There’s room in the box, put a snake in there
You can try fight back, but you wouldn't dare
Cry like a pussy, what are you scared?
Your life is fuckin worthless, you'll see.
He cries out for help, it just falls on deaf ears
The two stand emotionless, bemused by his fears
Blackness! The fucking blackness!
Takes the form of two filled with
Madness! Fucking madness!
All this for just walking the land?
Come come, come come
Torture won't end this divide
credits
from Live Sessions,
released June 5, 2020
Music by Dan Willet, James Thompson and Tom Bradshaw-Smith
Lyrics by James Thompson
Engineered by Badem Fitzmaurice
Produced by Dan Willett
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