Congregate The Slain Songtext
von Tendon Levey

Don′t say no
(No, no, no, no)

I come to you
Leave no room
For your brain to lead its own direction
I come to you
Leave no room
For your thoughts to think their own direction


All racing, here comes it
Tow it out to out of life
Tow it out, out life
Everyone good congregates in outside life
Everything good comes from those congregations
All sits in the other one, all the...
And all sits in this one, it's just me and Elijah
With too much innate knowledge to not find this all so funny
I′m just twenty years old
My fibers are already too tough
And you may not move them
You cannot cut them
You may not glue them
You can bend them just a bit
But you may not boil them
Because they won't soften