The speak easy parlor was filled with many a fair lady
Fallen victim to another mind **** by their Christian fathers
'It was never easy to show them I loved them'
He said, as he was removed from the booth
No one had the time to listen to him, they don't care

It wasn't his thing to talk like that
Waking up the next day in a nightmare of a gray
Colored room full of friends with no names
And metal as cold as, as cold as hell

This was yet another favorite of his conscious effort
Was put into everything that he didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan
Why didn't this work? Why didn't this work?
If only gra***ude could get you somewhere
If only gra***ude could get you somewhere

Censor his bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood red hair
This is his love to them all
Yet another day blessed with his presence
Continue to beat him, this is his love

Censor his bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood red hair
This is his love
Not another day blessed with his presence
Continue to beat him, this is his love

Coughing up his mother's love
All over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is his love

Coughing up his mother's love
All over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is his love

Oh Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won

Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling and sent to every child's living room
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling and sent to every child's living room

Depictions of life
As told by a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white *****