Le Butcherettes - Spider/Wave

Injuries are slashed deep open,
messiahs hold them still
Heatwaves calling for a thunder strike
You’ve tied us up, slowly lost the light
Losing five pesos on a day of work hard
For once, come closer
Listen to my cry

You’re a liar
You can’t erase my fight from prophecies
No apologies are wanted
Razors cut your grace

Injuries are slashed deep open, messiahs
hold them still
In, you want in, in, you want in, in, you want in

Slave gold mercy isn’t here to stay
Patience leaves me when I see your way
Confusion arises as I try to latch on
I was Mother Mary smothered by her God

Lies, they’re all lies!
Your feathers are falling while you fly
Why can’t I feel anything when you say goodbye?

Not in service, not in service
Is that all anyone aspires to these days is “Not in service”?
They can’t even count their dead much less remember them
Maybe what they need is to abolish the study of law

You know how it is around here You want anything to say to me?
PUT IT IN WRITING!

They’ll sue you for believing in something these days
They wear the individual on their face like a mask
but their hearts are embroidered with industry

Man “thinks” but he only succeeds in enslaving himself!
but... I’ve invented a device for the simultaneous pacification of various tapeworms
and for every professional net of predisposed insult: a shot of true nobility!