*Hold her hand up so ink will drip* Watch as we reanimate Our corpses you abandoned We're dismantled We're mishandled But we won't be skipped and swayed Trapped within these walls You left our souls to drip away The ink decays The walls at bay But the reckoning has come today (You say) Borris has no guts 'cause you Replaced it with mechanical strain We've been tortured But we move forward This disorder kills your day! -C.C