This is a counterpart of accordance, another song of ours.
Lyrics
my thoughts are clear
but I'm here in-between
the wheels of this machine
and its teeth
they are gnashing grinding me
till all the words they do bleed
sarcasm when I speak
a carcass between my teeth
harassing me till I swallow
I'm stuck I'm hollow
so to speak
I hear pounding of the wheels
our tongues are tied
we're all on a leash
yes we are hooked
we took the bait mechanical
and our mother's milk turned sour
I want to have discordance
cut off this umbilical cord
I want to have discordance
it's eating me...
I spit it out
I bit off more than I could chew
and now I'm coughing up myself
I couldn't tell
I was force-fed
left my palate unsatisfied
leave
leave this table - it's for beasts
this feast is for the hollow
don't swallow
they've reserved their severed heads served cold
oh leave
leave the table - it's for beasts
this feast is for the hollow
come follow
these scraps of thought don't lead you to famine
oh leave
