Lyrics:
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We
pierced the side of the idol
With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar
Bottled
the water from the wound
Holy relic, the essence of star
But what does she
care
It's just another blank stare
To a world that loves and hates you on
a dare
Where the orphans ask
The widows the meaning of 'fair'
So let
this be a drink
To quench this uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch
tighter
Around anxious hearts set to burst
And when this once at least
gilded cage has been
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb
What have you
done, Mark David Chapman?
Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead
you to some meaning of truth
Bumps and bruises and notebooks
For heaven's
jury as proof
The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any
scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night
A satellite
transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the soul
Interchangeable
hearts it's manufacturing
If we wear out each other it's okay
Just go buy
another
So let this be a drink
To calm the shaking hands that you've found
Let
this be release, forever unwound. |
