Inveiglement Lyrics

Sacred crops of sacred land
Feed the few who live both pain and bland
Where man must break his vertebrae
To please his king and earn his stay

To watch his life pass by
Without salvation
And sweat his morale dry
No hesitation

Could not go on for another crop
Or should he fall to lay and rot
To be replaced by leather pretty
The children of the king

Dearest wife I'm giving up
I packed my shit last night
In search of a better place
I won't be here first light

Our family isn't that all
It's one man serving his urged
You're too far gone
A child to the king
Who feed on the hymen of virgins

They escaped by payed a price
With their skin turned black and blue
No return, no turning back
Can't beat the hold on you

Holy plantation
Have me hold, sacred air in my lungs
Til my eyes begin to burn
And I choke on my tongue

Brother I see you
But I must debate the hordes
If anyone was as fucked as me
They be could
One with the lord