Testo Tentacles

Conformity and consensus
Invigorated conformity to fake allies
Plea for them to pull the strings

In vow – in ache
Fed by the wolves
In grief and concern
Lapse into silence
This glorious will for power
Feel it breaking, feel it leave

You turned into everyone else
From remission to transgression
Individual resignation and
the choice of patient isolation

In vow – in ache
Fed to the wolves
Just grief and concern
That's what you'll reap

Like tentacles to guide you Like tentacles to lift you

From where you stand the horizon's covered
with words, lies and rules of all the others
Freedom for you is to run the gauntlet
Turn your back on them, because solitude prevails