I wonder if we'll smile
In our coffins while
Loved ones mourn the day the absence of our face
Living, laughing, eyes awake
Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion
The lifestyle won
Such values you taught your son
That's how
Look at me now
I'm broken
Inherit my life
I'm broken
One day we all will die
Clichéd fact of life
Force fed to make us heed
Inbred to sponge our bleed
Every warning, a leaking rubber
A poison apple for mingled blood
Too young for ones delusion
The lifestyle cost
Venereal mother, embrace the loss
That's how
Look at you now
You're broken
Inherit your life
You're broken
That's how
Look at us now
I'm broken
Inherit my life
I'm broken
That's how
Look at me now
I'm broken
I'm broken
I'm broken
I'm broke... uh!
Serving the faith
Abduction the oath
It lie in wait for the offering
Religion is old
For drawing the young
Purity withers and dies
Never return to the ones that provided
Children draining parents of will
I hold out my hand to bloodless child
I'm taken by the one I was saving
From death
By demons be driven
Beckon the call
With decline in mind
End not far
We're left hanging alone here
He pulls us from nails
Shatters our bones
Leaving us crippled and strewn
Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children
Praying for his god to prevail
Burying us with loved ones
To sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension
By demons be driven
Beckon the call