The nihilists' ballad is the crux of the wraith
Just as songs on guitar are an admission of faith
And the blood on the strings is no substitute
When the neon strip is a godless commute
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
She has a photogenic hip-flick brigade
She's on invisible reels, the Bilderberg trade
And her pals are on carpets cause none of them prayed
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Give to the rest, humbly certain
I'm in the catsk**s
Total duality
Fall of Ophelia
Absolute anarchy
No stimulation
Somebody ripples
Next to the station
Drowning in riddles
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Wordless is worthless; wordless is worthless
Drape the battle axe in proof
The matinee upon the roof
Drape the battle axe in proof
The matinee upon the roof
He splits his head again
A brick juts from the wall
They stamp on his face
No trouble at all
And it's like highness
Let it loose
Sends the heart lions
To the noose
He lives in an empty house
Where the paper mats have ripped
Holding host to our artists
The skinned and the thin-lipped
And it's like highness
Let it loose
Sends the heart lions
To the noose