Testo di The Lash

The lash is on it’s golden nail inside the master’s house It’s not needed now, dreams are working for the nonce But that lash, is being taken down they’ve thrown bones enough And don’t love to hear us whine Some refused to sign Some lit themselves on fire In the labyrinth cities Endless rooms The economic chain In the endless rooms, heads dancing in their tombs The hairless apologists, cook their schemes Aspect of the leech War lines to my home Rust to gleaming chrome The lion’s share, the lions’ share their kill The system drinks unknowing, blindly draining all and we are all it’s cells The bloodless routine evil, greying cloud of working Hydras head grown back Every daughter, every one, every mother’s son The knives in their upward stab I do no good, I hold them by the blade That’s how I was made The towers never show their roots, yet underground The dwelling of the low Wanting, grasping souls To the middle bricks we are Worth, shallow Not enough, never enough, don’t give up, I give up