Backwoods Lyrics

Their throats are an open grave
They hold secrets supposedly safe
And they will pass them on to their descendants

Adverse effect
How is your monarchy assembled? Callisto - Backwoods - http://motolyrics.com/callisto/backwoods-lyrics.html

Measure the gifts that have been given to you
Either you choke or cherish him.

Admonition - this time the prodigal son
Might not be coming home