Songtext von Margin For Error

I know nothing, that is the one thing I know The war is over and you have now ground Me into a fine dust An elegant sigh from you now Spark of the etcetera plus divine Indebted still, unto your flesh Empathy blooms Your moral gymnastics And lack of concern for all the drama Embedded between your legs We will be kept forevermore Invitations of comfort Where your tapestries of profanity are now spun A sin so great the stars themselves fall from the sky And I can hold it down upon the floor In a demonstration of my blunt power over you It’s just a thought don’t be alarmed You’re still decorated in my deepest affections Only, my cheeks are clenched oh so tight Are yours too? My cheeks are clenched oh so tight Are yours too? My cheeks are clenched oh so tight Now watch tusks curl back to my skull I know nothing