(Composição: Cedric Bixler-Zavala e Omar Rodriguez-Lopez) The days are catching up to me My unconscious fear unbound Is it time to tailor-fit the notion That come Sunday I’m in the ground The obelisk fumes have occupied Emphatically are strong A smelter pile made by the debt-collector Where the children should be seen, not heard Even if there is no way back home I’m not running away (4x) Can you hear him saber-rattling With bones I’ve left behind? Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants Am I your son or just a clone? Dasehra you were sworn to be The window to my night My subterfuge, just branches to the mandrake Where the children should be seen, not heard Even if there is no way back home I’m not running away (4x) Under the aegis of cognition I am dead I will escape Engrammic marks of ligature I am dead I will escape Under the aegis of cognition I am dead I will escape Engrammic marks of ligature Am I dead Will I escape I’m not running away (4x)
