Penal Colony Among The Living Lyrics

Confessions, they're in line
Cut through the tape, say all the right words
Skin: lies wide open
A crimson savior became his god
Don't ask for my pity
For those who give in give in to the torment

Of what we must live with
Still the hand comes down
As I wait to be baptized
By the son of Salome

I'm just a son of passive resistance
If you think I'll be lowered, you're sadly mistaken
I'm "just a chore," "no reason to be here"
You think I'll be lowered, you're sadly mistaken "Be like me," no thank you
I'd rather remain among the living
"Get out the belt," I'll take it
I'd rather remain among the living
"It's all your fault," sorry, unbroken
I'm among the living

Procession has arrived
Pointing their fingers, shaming their young
Smell the hate, all that I stand for
Feel the sores open like hell's doors

Feel the fear
As the hand comes down
As I wait to be baptized
By the son of Salome