The Number Twelve Looks Like You - The Weekly Wars lyrics

I am my own k**ing moon The hunter and the prey A baptism in dirty water Escaped from th e crucifix But still carry the weight A baptism in dirty water These impure thoughts lead to soulless action And the cycle continues Furthered by the thought of a confused soul A man with no release Concerned by his own thoughts Slowing the rotation of the cogs and the gears A halting machine A haunting disease A man with no release