Weak minded and shortsighted
Superstition up on high from thee
Got clever in the fine print
Cloaked in right
Salvation in their grasp
Control, control
Take her body
Soul's not far behind
Damn sure she abides
Black robes and empty scribes
Contempt, the reply
She's sprung the turning of this tide
Best shot, backfired
Left no room for compromise
This tips, one way
Wheels burn in motion while they pray
Best shot, backfired
We still have everything left to lose
No dirt on those hands
They are saved
Smiles unified
No plan, no care, no pleas
Half measures
Full insanity
Ill got, all gains
Incubate and then occupy
All rise nationwide
Pain in ways you can't describe
Contempt, the reply
She's sprung the turning of this tide
Best shot, backfired
Left no room for compromise
This tips, one way
Wheels burn in motion while they pray
Best shot, backfired
We still have everything left to lose
We have everything to lose
We have everything to lose
We have everything to lose
Contempt, the reply
She's sprung the turning of this tide
Best shot, backfired
Left no room for compromise
This tips, one way
Wheels burn in motion while they pray
Best shot, backfired
We still have everything left to lose