The Venetia Fair - (IV) The Saints Of Gomorrah lyrics

I surmised it, now it's time to exercise it Blindly buying lies but now it's time to scrutinize it Shhh, stop whining, why untie you while you're fighting? Sign the dotted line so I can file your body when I've found a sign Like the saints of Gomorrah I can tell you're scared But the saints, I a**ure you Came to understand that Sometimes you gotta crack a couple eggs… Sir or madam, pardon me I'm hardly mad I simply have to have that charming addled brain you're sporting Gifted horses, lifted lips explored remorseless Just a peak inside I'm sure he's only hiding because I can see I'm onto something big… There was a plan Something greater at hand There's a child in Gomorrah Innocent and pure Even God can't a**ure you'll get what you deserve!