Lyrics

These are the debit souls Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall They play servant to lines in the sand They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time In the womb of Womb of history Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall They play servant to lines in the sand They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come Wartorn is the unborn The undead martyr The life long crucifixion Crucifixion