Repeat After Me - KONGOS

If I could breathe, I'd be free

And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine

If I could be, I'd breathe free at last

And I'd get high, I'd get so high

I'd get so high if I could breathe

Factors of nine, reduced over time

Chasing them primes, and counting rhymes

Facing the east, bread without yeast

Blind faith in the priests, and fear of some beast

Breaking of bread, eating the dead

Bowing my head, Gold out of Lead

Wearing the veil, seeking the grail

Wall where you wail, and musical scales

Candles are burned, incantations are learned

Ashes in urns, and prophets return

Adam and Eve, three days to grieve

Stoned if you don't believe, only fuck to conceive

But it’s so hard to sign my own surrender

So hard to do what I’ve intended

So hard to leave what I've defended

So hard to separate what's blended

So hard to sign my own surrender

So hard to do what I’ve intended

So hard to leave what I've defended

So hard to separate what's blended

If I could breathe, I’d be free

And I'd get high, I’d turn water to wine

If I could be, I’d breathe free at last

And I'd get high, I’d get so high

I'd get so high

If I could breathe, I’d be free

And I'd get high, I’d turn water to wine

If I could be, I’d breathe free at last

And I'd get high, I’d get so high

I'd get so high, if I could breathe

Five sided stars, buried or burnt to a char

Fashion is law, and nailing trinkets to doors

One hundred and eight, commanded to procreate

Fasting for forty days, and death if you desecrate

Two Thousand and Twelve, ringing bells

Nine circles of hell, division by three

And seven, you see

Repeat, repeat after me, repetition is key

Repeat after me, repetition is key

Repeat after me, repetition is key

Repeat after me, repetition is key

Repeat after me, repetition...

It’s so hard to sign my own surrender

So hard to do what I’ve intended

So hard to leave what I've defended

So hard to separate what's blended

So hard to sign my own surrender

So hard to do what I’ve intended

So hard to leave what I've defended

So hard to separate what's blended

If I could breathe, I’d be free

And I'd get high, I’d get so high

I'd get so high

If I could breathe, I’d be free

And I'd get high, I’d turn water to wine

If I could be, I’d breathe free at last

And I'd get high, I’d get so high

I'd get so high

If I could breathe, I’d be free

And I'd get high, I’d turn water to wine

If I could be, I’d breathe free at last

And I'd get high, I’d get so high

I'd get so high if I could breathe