You who's coming up the stairs
Shouting-
I'm coming, dying like sick disgusting…
I wish they'd understand
We might clear out
I'm stuck with my mind in the gutter...
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Hey, little thing
Hey, little thing within
Don't believe these stories
Don't let them in
There's only one for you
There's one within that's true
If you see truth for sale
And buy it with your soul
You'll see confetti flying, color burying the Earth
And when the fanfare dies away, the silence s**s you in its wake
To spend a lifetime living out, the fantasies of salesmen
Underneath the thorns beneath your feet
There's a fortress-
Dig deep!
The slings and arrows never breached your walls
The tales have smothered them all
So bring in the archaeologists
To unearth your heritage and take you home
There was a picture, hung in the nursery
Drawn from faded scripture, to teach me what to see:
A world where we're all helpless sinners
Damned in weakness to slavery
I voted in, gave up my eyes, drew in the shining myths
The selfless deeds, the battle cries, the conquerors, the kings
And so I drowned into a land, and watched my blunted teeth dissolve
The sweet acidic resignation, damned to breathe obedience
Underneath the thorns beneath your feet
There's a fortress-
Dig deep!
The slings and arrows never breached your walls
The tales have smothered them all
So bring in the archaeologists
To unearth your heritage and take you home
The wars you thought were lost weren't wars at all
No one truer victory!
Bring in the archaeologists
To unearth your heritage and take you home