Fetish Motherhush
i woke up this morning thinking of.
i choked this morning thinking of sin. skin.
and i am falling.
din din. it makes me crazy.
crazy enough to carry on this lie.
to deny my soul.
the foul below your.
motherhush.
and i am falling.
pilot state
this boy said to me, this world isn't ready to be
saved, cause if jesus came back now, they'd probably
crucify him again.
broadcast him on the internet, lock him in the loony
bin.
we sure have made a lot of progress girl.
and her son jessie slade, you never even said you're
name,
she thinks you've reached a silent understanding.
but they don't seem to care that much,
they laugh, they stare, they want to touch.
we sure have made a lot of progress girl.
and this world is so vain, i want to try to be humble
again,
and stop hating what i don't understand.
just spoke through the wire, ill keep the secret of the
fire,
the bomb, the blast, the bitter hearts of justice.
war is not about your anger, they tie your minds with
propaganda.
we sure have made a lot of progress girl.
how can war be holy? in the name of? in the name of?
you're quest for immortality, reflects nothing but
you're vanity.
and its all in the name of progress girl.
