Money Slaves
Money Slaves
Money slaves
shadows with no burning brakes
money slaves, dead fumes with no bright names
holiest waters crushed with no decent change
Inner fire softly burns, another hollow bible agitated purrs
tedious air is filled with sober dreamless accords
another mother, one more father, child tries to mourn
god loves, god scorns, living god adores
holy water, holy theater, tastes like shameless, blunt savaged thorns
headless city, praised pity be again like surging devil, be reborn
what is this holy book for, master can build land on soiled acorn
why can there be miracles built beside killing storm
why can you open the frozen thousand years old door
deathless eye is the insight into loveless norm
flashing rust is the richest always dying decor
what is this holy wind for
conscience is bumping torn
just another enslaved floor
just one more back door
and maybe then
years can be reborn
Money slaves
trapped in smallest beehive
money slaves are you even alive
death stars with no rushing life
money slaves
frantic temple of own soul suicide
Money slaves
tainted shadows with no beating brakes
money slaves
holy waters crushed with no yearning change
money slaves, how much money for your spoiled shame
disciples, apostles of bitter sweet revenge
money slaves, dark torrent eats its own
razorblade romance shaves
some sins can gorgeously bark
but they can never change
money slaves, no giving spark
earth is strange
strange
strange
gloomy sleeves are frozen darkly
in this blasphemous stock exchange
Where is now your Noah’s ark
why all windows are so pristinely
painted in darkest dark
so dark
dark
yeah
dark
motor city engraved on the highest mountain is the loneliest loan shark
money slaves, holy water with no spark, mouth stolen from thriving debate
where is now your Noah’s ark
why all your golden windows are so spent
why your silver tainted dent looks like violently washed tarp
Buy the idols sworn into tainted harp
walk into another blinded larp
motor city engraved on the highest mountain is the loneliest loan shark
money slaves, dark angrily torrent shaves
some sins can gorgeously bark
wild animals can never behave
their haunted spirit can never change
earth is strange
strange
strange
in death there cannot be no revealing revenge
flesh made devils can you accept your grieving Stonehenge
earth tears are sowed strange
money slaves, holy water with no soothing spark
where is now your Noah’s ark
why your heavens bark in the boneless dark
money slaves
why are all your lavish windows now built so far
so damn far, I can taste your wounded scar
why are your flooded minds so far, so damn far
from the sailing ark
death toothless soldiers
death circus monkeys with no spark
why do you eat your own revolting dark
where is now
where it is
your rusted
Noah’s
spark
Why does thousand years old air feel like the rabid born shark
there is a killer on the loose
there is a miracle dope sold into arms of the stillborn narc
bullet train is waving in the wrong direction
no lovers affection
immortal sultan has no floating ark
You killed the brightest boat
you drowned inside your own soulless Noah’s dark
Tomorrow I am thousand years old
tomorrow all rumbling cards are unfold
tomorrow my best parts are again like finest stardust reborn
I piss on the crown made out of childish thorns
Children of the corn
I devour your black scorn
I damn your every exit door
how about them apples
how about this magick folklore
Till your stolen veins run dry
till the shadows turn into another morbid alibi
I will shackle the night, hold her tight
I will excavate sun and moon into sleepless fight
all right
all right
all right
If only you have been born kind…
then I would find all possible
mercy for your fallen mind.
Money Slaves
Money slaves, shadows with no burning brakes, money slaves, dead fumes with no bright names. Holiest waters crushed with no decent change. Inner fire softly burns, another hollow bible agitated purrs. Tedious air is filled with sober dreamless accords. Another mother, one more father, child tries to mourn. God loves, god scorns, living god adores. Holy water, holy theater, tastes like shameless, blunt savaged thorns. Headless city, praised pity be again like surging devil, be reborn. What is this holy book for, master can build land on soiled acorn.
Why can there be miracles built beside killing storm. Why can you open the frozen thousand years old door. Deathless eye is the insight into loveless norm. Flashing rust is the richest always dying decor. What is this holy wind for. Conscience is bumping torn. Just another enslaved floor. Just one more back door. And maybe then years can be reborn.Money slaves trapped in smallest beehive. Money slaves are you even alive. Death stars with no rushing life. Money slaves, frantic temple of own soul suicide. Money slaves, tainted shadows with no beating brakes. Money slaves, holy waters crushed with no yearning change.
Money slaves, how much money for your spoiled shame. Disciples, apostles of bitter sweet revenge. Money slaves, dark torrent eats its own. Razorblade romance shaves. Some sins can gorgeously bark but they can never change. Money slaves, no giving spark. Earth is strange. Strange. Strange.Gloomy sleeves are frozen darkly in this blasphemous stock exchange. Where is now your Noah’s ark. Why all windows are so pristinely painted in darkest dark. So dark. Dark. Yeah. Dark. Motor city engraved on the highest mountain is the loneliest loan shark. Money slaves, holy water with no spark, mouth stolen from thriving debate.
Where is now your Noah’s ark. Why all your golden windows are so spent. Why your silver tainted dent looks like violently washed tarp. Buy the idols sworn into tainted harp. Walk into another blinded larp. Motor city engraved on the highest mountain is the loneliest loan shark. Money slaves, dark angrily torrent shaves. Some sins can gorgeously bark. Wild animals can never behave. Their haunted spirit can never change. Earth is strange. Strange. Strange.In death there cannot be no revealing revenge. Flesh made devils can you accept your grieving Stonehenge. Earth tears are sowed strange. Money slaves, holy water with no soothing spark. Where is now your Noah’s ark. Why your heavens bark in the boneless dark.
Money slaves. Why are all your lavish windows now built so far, so damn far, I can taste your wounded scar. Why are your flooded minds so far, so damn far from the sailing ark. Death toothless soldiers. Death circus monkeys with no spark. Why do you eat your own revolting dark. Where is now, where it is, your rusted Noah’s spark.Why does thousand years old air feel like the rabid born shark.
There is a killer on the loose. There is a miracle dope sold into arms of the stillborn narc. Bullet train is waving in the wrong direction. No lovers affection. Immortal sultan has no floating ark. You killed the brightest boat. You drowned inside your own soulless Noah’s dark.Tomorrow I am thousand years old. Tomorrow all rumbling cards are unfold. Tomorrow my best parts are again like finest stardust reborn.
I piss on the crown made out of childish thorns. Children of the corn. I devour your black scorn. I damn your every exit door. How about them apples. How about this magick folklore.Till your stolen veins run dry. Till the shadows turn into another morbid alibi. I will shackle the night, hold her tight. I will excavate sun and moon into sleepless fight. All right. All right. All right.
If only you have been born kind… then I would find all possible mercy for your fallen mind.