A hollow husk with a tongue of lies
Drunk on the milk with the honey high
We walk to the well to drink our fill
And fall to the bottom where there ain't no light
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
There's a fire in the mountain and the shadow came
Stole the souls of the people and took their names
They work to the bone and come back down
And wake back up when the shadow comes 'round
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
Die slowly without complaint
