[Verse 1]

You sink to a re-breathe

Then to breathe in

Position on ideology

With no substance

What's in a word

Deserves new meaning

[Chorus]

Terror flown high

Single file, existence

[Verse 2]

For kid doing bom with open arms

Could make us feel dead

We've been killing for

One last fillet pig

Taunt me, save me

Answer quietly

[Chorus]

Fate of flown high

Single file, existence