The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
A poisoned mind will make you blind
He is married to the truth incinerator
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
Beware of Trojan horses
You've broken your wings
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer
You've lost your demon
Drop the bomb, spread the virus
A dead head, a blunt needle
To crucify Venus in cinema scope
The narcotic preachers are happy
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Marxist priests teach defiance
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
Chase through violence
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
