Clandestine Lyrics

Like lambs to slaughter...

Those who uphold the norm
Willingly would slay us
Dubbing us unclean
We are the eye of the storm
The calm inside the chaos
Our surface so placidly serene
Like a malady that takes a human form
Plague eats the inner layers
While the veneer remains pristine

(chorus)
They cry
Save us from the clandestine
Reaching for some force divine
Take this soul of mine
Deliver us from the ancient evil
We have in the status quo
The most ingenious disguise
Allowing us to be
The elusive, yet ever-present foe
That cloaks itself with lies
And feeds off misery
Our name only chosen few shall know
And as the final sunbeam dies
They'll have joined our society
(chorus)
Save us from the clandestine
Reaching for some force divine
Take this soul of mine
Deliver us from the ancient evil
Save us from the clandestine
Reaching for some force divine
Take this soul of mine
Deliver us from the ancient evil