Fire at your fathers.
Point your noise at your son's and daughters
Lead the way to the way to the bloody communion
Lead us astray, lead us to useless.
Baby, faith is keeping you down
'Men will be boys' with reckless intentions
'Load up the toys and fire at the fences!'
Thinking that then, they'll make amends,
with all of their friends when they're already dead
But you're crazy, and you're speaking too loud
And if you think you'll fare well by your measure of wealth
Well you can go to hell, because you can't even tell
That you live in a box like a rock staying stable.
You're so fucking square in your cube, with your table
But baby, please don't hate me, I'm just tearing it down
So don't be dead
don't be sorry
Don't regret that your heart was calling
Out to you and you skipped the truth
You missed the cue when you actually knew that
Maybe, you could turn it around
Maybe, you already knew
released November 26, 2014
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