In a moment we flashed you awake
The feeling bites down hard
As you process your fate
Drunk with the fear of being seen
Hot vomit apologies

Gather all the liars
A matter of circumstance
Round up all the liars
No exceptions will be made
We need them all

In that moment we undid your game
The black clamps down hard
The next stage is in place
Familiar dialog now obsolete
Caustic vomit reveries

Gather all the liars
A matter of circumstance
Round up all the liars
No exceptions will be made
We need them all

Herd the dead weight

In a moment we flashed you awake
The feeling bites down hard
As you process your fate
Familiar dialog now obsolete
Caustic vomit reveries

Gather all the liars
A matter of circumstance
Round up all the liars
No exceptions will be made
We need them all
Burn the fucking liars
A matter of circumstance
Round up all the liars
No exceptions will be made
We need them all

Herd the dead weight