spider/WAVES

You’re a liar
You can’t erase my fight from prophecies
No apologies are wanted
Razors cut your grace

Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
In, you want in, in, you want in, in, you want in

Lies, they’re all lies!
Your feathers are falling while you fly
Why can’t I feel anything when you say goodbye?

Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still
In, you want in, in, you want in, in, you want in
In, you want in, in, you want in, in, you want in
Injuries are slashed deep open
Messiahs hold them still

Not in service, not in service
Is that all anyone aspires to these days, is “Not in service”?
They can’t even count their dead, much less remember them
Maybe what they need is to abolish the study of law

You know how it is around here
You want anything to say to me, put it in writing
They’ll sue you for believing in something these days
They wear the individual on their face like a mask, but their hearts are embroidered with industry

Man “thinks” but he only succeeds in enslaving himself
But, I’ve invented a device for the simultaneous pacification of various tapeworms
And for every professional net of pre-disposed insult: a shot of true nobility!