This cycle we circle will spin us to death
Watch what you say they'll cut the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
Tell us of your suffering and how it never ends
Find a cure
And sell it for profit
See the poor
And kill them
So helpless
Lock your doors
And board up your windows
Bare your teeth
Show them how this goes
This cycle we circle will spin us to death
Watch what you say they'll rip the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
What do you know of suffering?
Let's see how this ends
Do you expect me to die on the street
I will not beg for the scrap that you leave
You are not my God
You will die like the rest of us
Splinter Twin - Cykill (feat. Mitchell Palmer) Lyrics
Splinter Twin - Cykill (feat. Mitchell Palmer) Lyrics
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This cycle we circle will spin us to death
Watch what you say they'll cut the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
Tell us of your suffering and how it never ends
Find a cure
And sell it for profit
See the poor
And kill them
So helpless
Lock your doors
And board up your windows
Bare your teeth
Show them how this goes
This cycle we circle will spin us to death
Watch what you say they'll rip the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
What do you know of suffering?
Let's see how this ends
Do you expect me to die on the street
I will not beg for the scrap that you leave
You are not my God
You will die like the rest of us
Watch what you say they'll cut the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
Tell us of your suffering and how it never ends
Find a cure
And sell it for profit
See the poor
And kill them
So helpless
Lock your doors
And board up your windows
Bare your teeth
Show them how this goes
This cycle we circle will spin us to death
Watch what you say they'll rip the tongue from your head
Bleed us dry
Feed the meat to the pigs
What do you know of suffering?
Let's see how this ends
Do you expect me to die on the street
I will not beg for the scrap that you leave
You are not my God
You will die like the rest of us
Writer: Luke Thomson
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