Clockwork Songtext

the doctrines work like magic

the suburbs asphyxiate on panic

the murder's systematic

ten digit figure spent deploying this militant dismemberment

I hear it's ten a day, that's ten today

so in death it ends just how it begins

the casters of these stones I'm sure are model citizens

the poison is pouring from the planes so

keep your eyes down

this is the kind of rain that burns through the skin
there is no fucking war to win

the casualties pile up on both ends

one thing you can be sure they'll never do

sacrifice revenue for you