Bottom Feeders

I've been being fed for so long I forgot the scent of freedom Hidden in the bomb Taste the acid Face the tactics Dress me up and put me six feet Deep into the ground The water's fine, we'd all just rather drown I'll never see the sun I'll never plant the groves I lack that steady hand Now I'm sinking low I've been being fed for so long I forgot just where the line meets For the right and wrong Treat the sinners Kill the martyrs Take what's left of us And hold us down to lift this curse We'll watch them come To burn our ancient towns I'll never be the son I'll never plant the groves I lack that steady wave Now I'm sinking low I'll sink so low (Wait in line) I'll never find the sun (For the hangman's sign) I'll never dig our graves (Wait in line) I lack that steady hand (For the hangman's sign) Now I'm sinking low Wait in line for the hangman's sign