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