Like a Train Through a Pigeon - The Red Chord

Avarice and stubbornness

Converge into stupidity

In two we have begotten

Begotten our desserts and transform

As we become food for

For the earth and for the rats

I never forget a face

And this time, I’m taking names

This time, I’m…

Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell

Would have provided escape for the fortunate

The fortunate I am not

As I have lived for hours

Dying image, innards are ripped

And picked away at by my «comrades»

Literally and figuratively

The teeth goes through the tongue

I am willing to die

For my share, I have died

For my share, I have died

If I wake before I die

There’ll be hell to pay

But for my share, I’m left in half

So I guess I’m fucked

Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell

Would have provided escape for the fortunate

There were never signs of slowing down

As it ripped right through me

If I could just die before my children eat me

Literally and figuratively

The teeth go through the tongue

Am I dying or just waking up?

Am I dying or…

Am I dying or just waking up?

I’m in half, am I dying or just waking up?

Mass killing spree

If we all could just die

Before our children eat us

Like a train through a pigeon

Now I’m filled with empathy

Like a train through a pigeon

Now I’m filled with empathy

If we all could just die

Before our children eat us

A failure to move will result in your

(A failure to move will result in your…)

In your, in your, in your, in your

(Death)