Brood Figure - Lead

If you could you'd sell me your lungs
Just to prove the vapor is safe
Point the finger in my face
The cause is dead like the limbs of the lame

Abandon all of your baseless claims
A tiny drop is enough to escape
The lives we cherished and thought were safe
We follow our forefathers into their grave

We follow them into their grave
We drink the water colored black and red
They feed you silver
They feed me lead

Mothers to sons
Fathers to daughters
Cursed to remember my ill-fated brother

Fixed to the floor, the walls, and the sky
Imposed in my blood, distilled in my mind

We drink the water colored black and red
They feed you silver
They feed me

Written by:
Braxton Jensen, Ethan Bagely, Jason Radeke

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