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Among The Living - Penal Colony
Confessions they're in line
Cut through the tape say all the right words
Skin lies wide open
A crimson savior became his god
Don't ask for my pity
For those who give in give in to the torment
Of what we must live with
Still the hand comes down
As I wait to be baptized
By the son of Salome
I'm just a son of passive resistance
If you think I'll be lowered you're sadly mistaken
I'm just a chore no reason to be here
You think I'll be lowered you're sadly mistaken
I'm just a chore I'm just a chore
Be like me no thank you
I'd rather remain among the living
Get out the belt I'll take it
I'd rather remain among the living
It's all your fault sorry unbroken
I'm among the living
I'm among the living
Procession has arrived
Pointing their fingers shaming their young
Smell the hate all that I stand for
Feel the sores open like hell's doors
Feel the fear
As the hand comes down
As I wait to be baptized
I'm just a son of passive resistance
If you think I'll be lowered you're sadly mistaken
I'm just a chore no reason to be here
You think I'll be lowered you're sadly mistaken
I'm just a chore I'm just a chore
Be like me no thank you
I'd rather remain among the living
Get out the belt I'll take it
I'd rather remain among the living
It's all your fault sorry unbroken
I'm among the living
I'm among the living
I'm among the living
I'm among the living
I'm among the living
I'm among the living