Tekst:
Horse The Band The Mechanical Hand

(Instrumental)

Bird..... Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! Vestigial

I feel like im becoming a butterfly or a golden bee my smile is like razorblades when I share it cuts bloody deep my body is in the magazines my face

alive tonight Theres people writhing in its veins Sunken in the masters chair Lord golds faceaE"a blank survey Women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand

(Instrumental)

Lights out-- shadows bloom crawling hands slide to me--across a midnight room i fear my blankets may not be the best defenses that i could muster still

Taken by vultures, swooped down to the raping Stolen by relentless talons Taken by vultures, swooped down to the kill Stolen by relentless talons Abandon