We can see it in your eyes Teachings handed down channeled through pupils but we're not hypnotized The need to speak as you do Narrow the choices down to none and become like you
Finding everything unreal makes any promise worthless to reason There's nothing you can deliver You're just lost. Now, there's your demon.
Speak with your eyes closed and finger pointed at the sky Will you dress me up tonight? Can I mend my ways and die? It's so gorgeous to become fixated on something that cannot be achieved. You are nothing but you'll be the teacher. How can we not be relieved? The gift of wisdom has been received.
There are templates of behaviour on every screen and manuals on every book-shelf We are thankful for the knowledge because we cannot think for ourselves
Yes... reach for the magazine, the clock, the Bible and then the gun. Whether it's finding God or not eating meat, you fucking orthodox piece of shit...
Footprints in my home and someone else's scent in my bed Anchors gift-wrapped, solutions force-fed to me...
There are templates of behaviour on every screen and manuals on every book-shelf We are thankful for the knowledge because we cannot think for ourselves