This way [bad word] to spawn
The little dead children to the play
Some may hold onto remorse
But some may sin for days
Keep them mouths closed for the cause
Salvation for  the slave
Bend those knees down to the floor
And chin up for the bait

Take it
Says bring your knee here
I need a place to sit
My heart it hurts again

This way, to all the fun
The little white lies stay the same
Some may show nothing at all
But some may cloud the pains
Keep those hopes up just a thought
Starvation for love insane
Bend those knees down to the floor
Heads up for the fakes
Take it
Says bring your knee here
I need a place to sit
My heart it hurts again

There is nothing left
Holes in your chest
All of the times
Every feeling has been pulled [bad word] on now
Don’t tell me there is nothing wrong
Hate
It’s not going away
She said:”I won’t feel a single thing”
That there is more of this store for me
There will be pain 
Then suffering.