...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Lyrics
"Mark David Chapman"

We pierced the side of the idol With the sharpened
neck of an electric guitar Bottled the water from the
wound Holy relic- the essence of star But what does
she care, it's just another blank stare Where the orphans
ask the widows the meaning of 'fair' So let this be
a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst To a world
that loves and hates you on a dare And when this once
at least gilded cage has been Tie the belt a notch
tighter around anxious hearts set to burst What have
you done, Mark David Chapman?
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb Lead you to some
meaning of truth The emotions were shrink wrapped,
sold as scraps Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as
proof Choose any scene from the vending machine Somewhere
lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream So
let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that
you've found If we wear out each other it's o.
k., just go buy another Industrial revolutions of the
soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing Let
this be release, forever unwound.