Lulladie

The child
Must remain
While our hands labour in pain
You wanna feel the bliss of faith
You lock yourself in barricades
Then vent behind its steel
Simulation breaks

Suffering
Suffering is key
For the hands
The hands to reap
It's not the same
It's not the same but I
Embrace the game and brush the shame

Sow (sow)
My eyes to the Lulladie
Sow (sow!)
My eyes to the Lulladie

Optimistic layer falls
Sacrificial spirit sprawls
I venture to lunacy
To a state of syncope

Sow (sow)
My eyes to the Lulladie
Sow (sow!)
My eyes to the Lulladie



Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Roa
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