We Are Bound

Slip of the tongue and fist
Slide of the hand like this
Touch of the fingertips
Goes through the note we skipped

We are bound
We are falling through
We are bound
We are falling through

Roam in a bitter bliss
Lick on a Judas lips
Throw in the timeless fist
With tongues of the fire we lick

We are bound
We are falling through
We are bound
We are falling through

These are the sons I'll miss
The sons of the counterfeits
The dead is coming from inside

We are bound
We are falling through