[Verse 1]
You sink to a re-breathe
Then to breathe in
Position 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