Conconquidore Truidore - "English"  Lyrics

ENGLISH

Being lost was good for you, at times
when you disobeyed the arrows
and were illiterate to signs
Once you were encouraged to question
A secrecy to lessen

Then they made you learn the language
that labelled everything in sound
None left to be found by you again

You had demon fears
They died, You killed
Please believe they're hiding still
Once they learn the brain in dissection
a talent for possession

Then they made you learn the language
and think in someone else's words
Sound was never heard as sound again