Choked

Sons and Daughters

Taking your time until they swallowed every line 
Castrating everyone 
Now there's bodies on the run 
We're waiting we're waiting 

You're burying my good name 
Keep burying my name 
Tight lips have cracked 
Mouthing behind their backs 

The forks down the throat of them all til we choked 
And now we're all sworn in by the shadows whisperings 
Markings on the door 
Then we drop onto the floor 

We're waiting we're waiting 
You're burying my good name 
Keep burying my name