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Born In The Caul

Corrupt Moral Altar
Find a knife sharp enough and let the bodies fall.
Only when we are cleaning our sores and picking up the bodies washed upon the shore that the penny will drop qnd our blinkers pulled off that it could be you and me marching into the sea.
It's widely considered that our compassion for others has forbidded the use of borders so come and add diversity to this gene pool and make our own history.
We haven't died, don't let history trap us, this sense of national pride is just dead men baggage.

We think we our so advanced and ahead of our time, ready to cut everyone off when there's tension in the line.
Find a knife sharp enough and let the bodies fall, the rope recoils back upon us and disfigures us all. (X2)

Only when we are cleaning our sores and picking up bodies washed upon the shore that the penny will drop and our our blinkers pulled off that it could be you and me marching into the sea.
It's widely considered that our compassion for others has forbidded the use of borders so come and add diversity to this gene pool, make our own history.
We haven't died, don't let history trap us, this sense of national pride is just dead mens baggage.