Circle of dead children A family tree to hang from Lyrics

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade
Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal of life
Your secrets hold little value when nobody is left to hear them

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