Under the Weight of the Wood - Murder Construct

Don’t trust you

Don’t need you

I believe you might be the answer

To the question

What is wrong with you people?

Beneath the prisons

We rise to suffer

Under the weight of the wood

'Til you rise up dead

Bitch run for cover

Under the weight of the wood

You are insane

Still all to blame

For your restriction

You put on perfection

We keep forgetting

We keep regretting

That we’re all animals

Spirits you all kill

You find it hard to call

Once too old, tomorrow young

From this affliction

Your piss addiction

Towards some fiction

Your jurisdiction

We might be animals but your visions are said and done

You are insane

Still all to blame

Researching variables

And just return to a parable

Your changings

You’re preaching

You’re actually paralyzing

We keep forgetting that we’re all animals

Beneath the prisons

We rise to suffer

Under the weight of the wood

'Til you rise up dead

Bitch run for cover

Under the weight of the wood