Broken and battered my battering
ram was sacrificed to the tatters
They say it's just another chapter
plastered to my purpose
Yet I can't shake the feeling that
Rapture surfaced for the hermits
And these circus serpents that slither
like syrup worship the wordless
I've got a turtle's curtain on my back
It's only a matter of time before
the surgeon becomes lumberjack
I'd mount a counterattack but
I know for a fact my zodiac
wouldn't allow it
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Broken and battered my battering
ram was sacrificed to the tatters
They say it's just another chapter
plastered to my purpose
Yet I can't shake the feeling that
Rapture surfaced for the hermits
And these circus serpents that slither
like syrup worship the wordless
I've got a turtle's curtain on my back
It's only a matter of time before
the surgeon becomes lumberjack
I'd mount a counterattack but
I know for a fact my zodiac
wouldn't allow it