Scrap Yard

Scrap Yard
Sinking us with the index finger
burned, threatening.
Scrap yards failling over
your own rest.
Try to be so perfect, I don't care
You will turn to the savage
children you were.
Another test, another scratch,
another rule.
Another fear,
another wrong point of view.
Another pilgrim, another maiden,
another love.
And everybody just offers
the worst.

Sterilize, put the children into
bed, save them.
Stabilize the percentage of hate.
Another test, another scratch,
another rule.
Another fear,
another wrong point of view.
Another pilgrim, another maiden,
another love.
And everybody just offers
the worst.
Where does it go?
Where does it go? it go?
Where is the time to raise your soul?
Laws will sound
while you sleep with the crow.
Fly in the cage, fly in the...
Where does it go?
Where does it go? it go?
Where is the time to raise your soul?
Fire will sound
while you tremble with cold.