do you know what history means? you can spill the words from your mouth

you were seen but they were a stranger

underwater there exists a forest bed, which has a pond, and a muffled melody is heard from the depths of that pond

it kills you, doesn't it? makes your blood boil as your spit seethes in silence

Do you know me, you long gone sinner?

One by one, they'll come in three's

Do you know me, you long gone sinner? While you preach to protect me,

an a riptide be formed in a swamp? because my gut, it's bugged

the scapegoat eeks, you can hear him from the attic,