Aftermath
29th June 2005, 02:04
THE SNAKE HAS NO HEAD
Invalid (at last!) smothers the working-class.
Nihilist-to-be turns the scrape into a gash.
Walking tall and ignorant, this man is now a militant.
Decieving the prophet's confession to release endless agression.
One is a soul.
Amplified suicide, keep the masses terrified.
Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill.
Nothing left unsaid 'cause the snake has no head.
But the body fills with greed, and we spill it when in need.
And all the slaves are on probation, growing fat in a comfortable nation,
but the snake keeps on recruiting. We need one more royal shooting.
Nothing left to lose, so we create another wound.
Fear of death is gain, consuming the weak in shame.
It's a power we can't see, but it leaves ourselves to blame.
The shameless mourn another day. Slithering sins fade away,
but the snake is just a pawn and it remains when we are gone.
Invalid (at last!) smothers the working-class.
Nihilist-to-be turns the scrape into a gash.
Walking tall and ignorant, this man is now a militant.
Decieving the prophet's confession to release endless agression.
One is a soul.
Amplified suicide, keep the masses terrified.
Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill.
Nothing left unsaid 'cause the snake has no head.
But the body fills with greed, and we spill it when in need.
And all the slaves are on probation, growing fat in a comfortable nation,
but the snake keeps on recruiting. We need one more royal shooting.
Nothing left to lose, so we create another wound.
Fear of death is gain, consuming the weak in shame.
It's a power we can't see, but it leaves ourselves to blame.
The shameless mourn another day. Slithering sins fade away,
but the snake is just a pawn and it remains when we are gone.