Something simple
Trickles in through
Data on demand
Sacred texts and
Jealous exes
Throbbing in your hand
A meditation on the vainest thought you know
Fear and loathing
Beer and clothing
Shoot it up your veins
Hallelujah
What's it to you?
Give your man the reins
A revelation from the palest god you know
You think you've made it but you're lost, boys
You never run out of ways to take it from us, it's over
That doesn't scare me at all
You're just a number they call
Wall or border
Law and order
In a kevlar vest
Sound and picture
How'd it miss you?
Strapped across your chest
A recitation of the darkest deeds you own
Heavy mist and
Revving pistons
On your way back home
Murder disco
Monte Cristo
We're serving payback cold
A visitation on the calmest street you know well
You think you've made it but you're lost, boys
You never run out of ways to take it from us, it's over
That doesn't scare me at all
You're just a number they call
You think you've made it but you're lost, boys
You never run out of ways to stay above us, it's over
That doesn't scare me at all
Good dogs will come when they're called
These are the nights when I'm a man outrun
When I'm gnawing at my skin
Things I would die if I could have undone
Seem to start each day again
Is there a song to set the captive free
Or to dull her waking pain?
Am I someone that I should be?
Can I make it plain?
Please, it's a long way out if you go it on your own
Please, know you won't get out if you're going
