Conformity - Suicide Silence

Disembodied whispers trickle in my ear

A gift through the shroud

To me this is disastrous

In retrospect I am disaster

Waning sounds in forests

I’ve grown to appreciate my disease

This, this is my torture

In the end we all have to sleep

And all considered nothing’s clear

What did I do to this?

Conformity is the secret

Conformity saves us all

Conformity is the secret

Conformity saves us all

And all considered nothing’s clear

What did I do to this?

What did I do to this?

Conformity is the secret

Conformity saves us all

Conformity is the secret

Conformity saves us all