Thrown Down A Rope Songtext / Lyric

Someone wants me dead

From the neck and upwards

Rope weaved by these hands

Box of my toils



Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch

Reeling, believing that these are the dues



Someone wants me dead

From the neck and upwards



Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth

No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood



To be made an example

Will staunch my deviant flow






Held a lever that only I can pull

Need a trauma to

Silence my loose tongue

Loose tongue



Bigots want my head

On a plate to sound out



Probing, exposing delicate core to full view

Damning, programming etiquette to suit



To dissect and reset

Will staunch my deviant flow



Held a lever that only I can pull

Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue

Group constrictor throttling a bond

Call a cull to silence our loose tongues



Silence our loose tongues

Silence our loose tongues