Among The Living-Penal Colony

Among The Living - Penal Colony 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