it's 3pm and I don't wanna get up. I try to look for the bright side of things. But every time I close my eyes, my alarm still rings. Grab the wheel, I can't take this anymore. Feed me to the wolves, my time is now. Tell the world my time is now. Always looking for words that came so easy, hoping to leave me troubled and uneasy. Every time I close my eyes my alarm still fucking rings.
Anarchy advised through the local post, just to be ignored by that holy ghost. Evacuation left undiagnosed followed by a sermon from that unhallowed host. Our children's peace treaties will be written in brail, forced into prosthetic limbs that they have for sale. Anarchy advised through the local post. Baptized in the trail of tears, World wars with the overseers. Disgusted and Untrusted. We'll head to the west and hope for the best.
PRISONERS OF WORSHIP
The burning monastery lights up the sky. While picketing nuns are left to deny. The town horse has been beaten to death. Split by false imagery as far as my eyes can see. Prisoners of Worship. The burning monastery lights up the sky. While picketing nuns are left to deny. Ghost towns with no one left to crucify.
released 12 December 2010