Among The Living - Penal Colony

Confessions, they’re in line

Cut through the tape, say all the right words

Skin: lies wide open

A crimson savior became his god

Don’t ask for my pity

For those who give in give in to the torment

Of what we must live with

Still the hand comes down

As I wait to be baptized

By the son of Salome

I’m just a son of passive resistance

If you think I’ll be lowered, you’re sadly mistaken

I’m «just a chore,» «no reason to be here»

You think I’ll be lowered, you’re sadly mistaken

«Be like me,» no thank you

I’d rather remain among the living

«Get out the belt,» I’ll take it

I’d rather remain among the living

«It's all your fault,» sorry, unbroken

I’m among the living

Procession has arrived

Pointing their fingers, shaming their young

Smell the hate, all that I stand for

Feel the sores open like hell’s doors

Feel the fear

As the hand comes down

As I wait to be baptized

By the son of Salome