The Spell

I wanna sail the ship to the ground Wanna watch stuff from above Little by little I'm gonna sail the ship to the ground This ain't no place to stick around Little by little I wanna watch this world from above I'm taking this spaceship far from care Little by little I'm gonna sail the ship to the ground And gonna watch things from above Little by little Oil your tongues And wet your minds The hesitators have fled To sign a pact with the otherside Allegiance certain death I am silent knife I am the night I bring you death and self defeat I am the rope that shaps your neck I am the knife stuck in your back I am the nightmare of your son The anti you, the chosen one And I know where you sleep Cause I I know where you sleep Oil your tongues And wet your minds The hesitators have fled To sign a pact with the otherside Allegiance certain death Silent service in a system For savage is the master Silent service in a system For savage is the master Silent service in a system Is to envy the dead For savage is the master Go for the head Silent service in a system Is to envy the dead For savage is the master Go for the head