Greenest Meadows
by Ritual· from Kissing Pavement
This is the sword of my mouth.
Glistening, cutting deep.
Torment from my words,
stealing your sleep.
Beg for willing spirits
to carry your moan.
You won't be delivered.
You'll never come undone.
Graze on greenest meadows.
Like all the other lambs.
See yourself as scapegoat
and shoulder all our weights...
Assimilation of body and soul.
You won't be delivered.
I know you're out of control.
You're fucking out of control.
Graze on greenest meadows.
Like all the other lambs.
See yourself as scapegoat,
I see you as plague.