Woolly Mammoth Burial Site

Lay down and wait Lay down and wait like an animal Torn shirt, white collar Your torn white collar makes way for the laughter Ending processes forced against my heart A blinding light sings its dying horns Many of my scraps of dignity Turn themselves into nothing but mold Pushing this innocence into cannon fodder A millennium of torture is nothing for our father I promised you a safer touch But right now its looking like we're both out of luck (Now twist that knife thats in your stomach)