Servitude - Jordan Reyne

Turn those voices down

He whispered, he whispered

Let me be your quiet

In this dissonance, this dissonance

I will heal your hurt

He whispered, he whispered

Follow my hand

Through the dark

I’ll be your strength, my fading flower

Oh you’re not alive, but I am your saviour

Wasted spirits die, and I want you to savour, savour

The rush of power

He whispered, he whispered

When I hold you, you’re beautiful

He whispered

Hold the knife tight, in your hand

Come prove your loyalty to me

Oh you’re not alive but I am your saviour, saviour

Cos I am the knowing, the reaping, the sowing and

Burn them to the ground

Turn those voices down