We took a stroll with a walking disease
It picked apart our biology
An indiscriminate decimation
Falling to pieces in new ecology
oh, separate
Oh, separate
Oh this isolation almost came too late
We sustain imprisonment shackled to our remedy
We keep our distance from the little piggies
Segregated to our own community
They want to fly, they want to fly
But their evolution is curse upon the galaxy
oh, separate
Oh, separate
This world's anathema under quarantine
Oh this isolation almost came too late
Guts are spilling out but we survive
We survive
Oh, off we go
Will we find the Children of the Mind
Oh, to the place of souls
Will we find the Children of the Mind
oh, separate
Oh, separate
This world's anathema under quarantine
Oh this isolation almost came too late
We sustain imprisonment shackled to our remedy
credits
from Fight or Flight,
released July 22, 2017
music and lyrics by N.L. Sponsel