To The Teeth Lyrics
| Song | To The Teeth |
| Artist | The Famine |
| Album | The Architects of Guilt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The way I see it, the choice is clear. Why would we run when we can hide? | |
| The day of reckoning is drawing near. Gather the virgin suicides. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| The mark of the beast. The fate of a nation. A painful release. There is no justification. | |
| So there we have it, our minds are made. Better to play dead than to fight. | |
| And after all, we are afraid of sabers rattling in the night. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have... | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| If this place doesn’t make you sick, | |
| it’s because you’ve suppressed your reflex to tell right from purely... evil deeds. |
| The way I see it, the choice is clear. Why would we run when we can hide? | |
| The day of reckoning is drawing near. Gather the virgin suicides. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| The mark of the beast. The fate of a nation. A painful release. There is no justification. | |
| So there we have it, our minds are made. Better to play dead than to fight. | |
| And after all, we are afraid of sabers rattling in the night. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have... | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| If this place doesn' t make you sick, | |
| it' s because you' ve suppressed your reflex to tell right from purely... evil deeds. |
| The way I see it, the choice is clear. Why would we run when we can hide? | |
| The day of reckoning is drawing near. Gather the virgin suicides. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| The mark of the beast. The fate of a nation. A painful release. There is no justification. | |
| So there we have it, our minds are made. Better to play dead than to fight. | |
| And after all, we are afraid of sabers rattling in the night. | |
| Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly. | |
| Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew. | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have... | |
| Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done. | |
| If this place doesn' t make you sick, | |
| it' s because you' ve suppressed your reflex to tell right from purely... evil deeds. |
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