Antebellum

We fell asleep in arms
 That fondled our teeth
 And sold them off to thieves
 Now we sell ourselves around
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 Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate
 Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
 With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
 The battlefields are coloured with the ignominy stained creed
 With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
 They rise into this world
 Kneeling and trembling before him
 We fell asleep in arms
 That fondled our teeth
 And sold them off to thieves
 Now we sell ourselves around
 Waiting on knowledge
 Fed to us with a plastic spoon
 Consuming the scraps of the misquoted and deceased
 For every word spoken today
 Make what you will and understand
 A typical feud nurtured over many moons passed
 Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
 With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
 The battlefields are coloured with the ignominy stained creed
 With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
 They rise into this world
 Beyond the drought-worn hillside, a figure appears
 As the cumulus over us darkens
 We look up to face our fears
 And by the raise of his all powerful hand
 He sets vengeance and proclaims
 "Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons
 You have nowhere to hide, bow before me"
 The regiment's morale dwindles
 As they all stare at me, I yell
 "As we perish, may our blood that spills
 Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance"
 And as he slaughtered them all one by one
 I watched from a distance
 Waiting for the chance to raise my hand
 "No more, will I be under your manipulation"
 I thrust forward
 With my perceptive glaive
 Gathering all my strength
 Thou shalt now disappear
 Bruised and beaten
 Severed head in hand
 The archetype has failed
 We'll never forget
 We fell asleep in arms
 That fondled our teeth
 And sold them off to thieves
 Now we sell ourselves around
 Waiting on knowledge
 Fed to us with a plastic spoon
 With a plastic spoon
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 Regiments of disconnects
 With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
 Battlefields coloured with creeds
 Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
 They rise into this world