PostCranial Debris Lyrics

I can remember as a child when it all seemed so like a game

Collect the stones inside my pocket, hear the noises that they made

But when my mother doesn't come home

and I realize I cast the first stone



FUCK



Oh God how could I?

Oh God what have I done?



The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes

All aware one of them will die



My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis

Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief



The tradition is a lie...



And all the shame, these sullied hands, the blood seeping into the soil

Oh God purge this stain from my soul, restore the innocence I've lost

For this I never can forgive myself

Drowning in my gene pool, will I sink or swim?



Oh God what have I become?

Oh God free my from this burden?



The mob approaches with rocks in their hands

All aware that the time has come



No one wins...