With one hurried wave, I flew for the coastlines.
Perfunctory slaves make love with their hate shrines.
With slight of hand the band steals yet another
From a brother while mother nurture stutters in the gutter
And true men, they bend and break, a corporate pattycake
Forsake but then mistake ‘em as foundations.

And you Employ decoys?
The Fall of the Roman Empire.
What is really happening to you and me?

With slight of hand the band steals yet another
From a brother while mother nurture stutters in the gutter

And you Employ decoys?
The Fall of the Roman Empire.
What is really happening to you and me?

With one hurried wave, I flew from the coastline.
Whom, effectively shaved, all bow to some new swine.