EM (January 23,1990 / )

Lamb To The Slaughter

Put away your mercy and tools of perfect persuasion
Don't hold me here against my will on this oh so ordinary occasion
My secrets lie within me, there they shall stay until my grave
you're smothering the feelings to which i've become my own slave.
this chain and ball around me pull me underneath the water
Now you lead me like a lamb, by the hand to the slaughter
Innocent and naive what have i done to deserve this?
your grace is my death and i know i cannot escape it
you are so far away, how am i supposed to believe?
in something so unimaginable that i can't even see.
The water's turning darker; my veins are running full and fast
waiting to spill out of them is the anguish of my past.
Teardrops make no music and crying leaves no stain
The silence is an untraceable disguise for all my pain.

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