Lost Brotherhood - Gowan

On their street, on their strip\nNo one’s ever free from their grip\nYou were weak, they were strong\nAn offer of security, a place to belong\nEvery now and then you’d hear a siren scream\nNot exactly something from your mother’s dream\nThey made plans, they made deals\nMarked with their indelible seal\nEvery day, every night\nYou fell their mission about to ignite\nNever could convince yourself there’s nothing there\nNow the holy face of terror is the one you wear\nAnother member of the lost brotherhood\nYou stumbled in the wrong neighbourhood\nSwore you’d never become one\nNow you find that you’re one for good\nNo escape, no choice\nLost yourself to the power of their voice\nYou don’t hear, you don’t see\nYour mind’s a blank and you\nLet it all be\nOnce upon a time I knew another you\nSomething must have happened\n'Cause they’ve broken through\nThey’re your blood, they’re your kin\nThey’re in your soul like original sin\nYou’ve got them, they’ve got you\nAnd nothing’s ever going to come between the two\nAin’t it so ironic how it all works out\nIsn’t this what brotherhood\nIs all about?\nAnother member of the lost brotherhood\nYou stumbled in the wrong neighbourhood\nSwore you’d never become one\nNow you find that you’re one for good\nAnother member of the lost brotherhood\nYou stumbled in the wrong neighbourhood\nSwore you’d never become one\nNow you find that you’re one for good\nSwore you’d never become one\nNow you find that you’re one for good