Saturn needs a wide berth
Cubes are best just for sugar
You should . . . eh . . . never eat your own
I hope it's been worth ... what they gave ya
Oh the flavour . . . can turn when you're alone
Riddle me this, in the abyss, in the darkest night
In the moment there is no light or parasite at dawn
Does your superficial throne hold its weight?
Or do you need more blood?
There's a flood . . . down here
Well for what's it's worth we can see through your veil
You bring children to your tale and then you bleed them dry
We hope you enjoyed that slap on the back
When they told you, you were where it was at
Did you really fall for that?
When there's no sobriety variety seems so chic
You thought you were so cool
But we're laughing at you too
With your state of the art artificial cool
Fit for nothing but a shopping mall
You've become just a tool
Well . . .they're a little underhand
You think we are the weakest link?
Maybe it's time you had a little rethink?
Your little Guide stones in Georgia
You thought you were one of them
You're just another sheep in a pen
Just a vessel for their greed
cnd you thought you were free