We don't give ourselves

Back to the world, anymore

To wither and rot

And feed the flowers

Worms need homes, too

Can't cut through

All the damn urns

And wooden boxes

Offered myself quite a bit

To the pits of Tartarus

To be the best I could be

A fertilizer

Ammonium Nitrate

We'll all devolve to snakes

When we lose our limbs

In falling buildings

The board changes

The board clears

I don't play the games

I just priced the pieces

The board changes

The board clears

I don't play the games

I just priced the pieces

I'm gonna tell you what you want to hear

I'm gonna tell you what you want to hear

I'm gonna tell me what I want to hear

I'm gonna tell me what I want to hear

I don't want to go

I don't want to stay

If not for myself

Then for yesterday

I don't have to give

I just want to say

If it's not for me

Who cares anyway

It is my salvation

All the tithes I've paid with

All of my good patience

Nowhere good to place it

Burning a few churches

Killing all the patrons

Rather pay for roads

Than for Catholic loans

Growing I was told

The world ends with a dragon

Where has all the gold gone

Who checks the Vatican

Bodies where the church stands

On indigenous land

Crosses soaked in piss

And bleached before the pews mend

I'm not gonna go

Never meant to stay

I'm not gonna give

I just have to say

You will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest

Jesus Christ, we've had such a revelation

Can't wait to lose it all to a fire they've set themselves

If they can get away with wars waged in nothing but names

Why can't I start one myself? They mutter to no one else