Face to the floor
From the body protrudes wires
A bastard connection to the core
Pray to the north
As the stoic in you swore
The text held no answers
And the holy men are wearing red
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop
Gaze up to sky
Stake a claim to advertise
The sun and its pastor collectivize dry
Place more and more
Faith in our cardboard wings
Fly, fly, fly, fly, greedy eyes
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it
Unceasing irony
Cynicism destroys sincerity
For all time
We killed the father in the hearts of men
And now the Dragon has birthed forth all sin
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop