Sievert Fodder: Proselyte Breed


Whenever you're ready, make your stand
catch me the hours that I wasted

You wouldn't lie to me now
You wouldn't lie to me now
Or would you?

Our wings are fettered
we can't resist
the indoctrination we believe in

and when I grow up,
I'll be like them:
I'll persecute you for the freedom I don't have

You wouldn't lie to me now
You wouldn't lie to me now
You wouldn't lie to me now
You wouldn't lie to me now
Or would you?