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Powdered heaven dressed in plasticPulled the shades down on his eyePinprick pupils soaring skywardsOffer him no alibisBut then, who needs them? He's quite perfectPerfect body, perfect teethThat flash sublime and blind the kidsWho spread their legs for their beliefWho cross themselves at the drop of a parableWho scream they're saved when they've touched his jeansWho swear his wisdom's just infallibleAnd beg for mercy in his dreamsAnother day. another sermonBroken bread, forgotten linesA line for comfort keeps him humanThe needle trembles, band on tightAnother little perforationVentilates him and paints him whiteA wordless song, a prayer to no oneBut still he whistles through the nightThey found him on his throne of porcelainSongtexteA rusty chain draped 'round his neckIncapable. IncoherentHis eyes switched off but a king no less!The jury all wore black chewed razorsWitnesses were D.O.A.O.D'd, amoral, senses skeweredDribbling lies and tooth decayThey declared his guilt. The defence said nothingSobbing as the judge turned blueAnd washed his hands and said "Lord forgive usFor we know not what we do...""Drown in your soma bath!" they said"Drown in your soma bath! What are we gonna do with you?Let the punishment fit the crime!We have the technologyWe got the instruments.Down! Down in your soma bath..." Aus Songtexte Mania