Urgh! Yeah!
I did my time, and I want out.
So effusive - fade - it doesn't cut.
The soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig you graves.
Then fill your mouth with all the money you have saved.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I'm done, it has begun.
I'm not the only one.
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid.
But where the temple fell.
The secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill it all.
The hate was all we had.
Who needs another mess? We could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong.
Now there's only emptiness.
Venomous, insepid.
I think we're done, I'm not the only one.
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake anti-facist lie.
I tried to tell you, but your purple hearts are giving out.
Can't stop a killing idea if it's hunting season.
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!