Funeral Parade of Roses

I am the wound and the blade, both the torturer and he who is flayed
The song of silk is twisted and tied, always lies

That thing between your legs seems to bellow and weep to me
Begging consciously
End the disease
That thing between your legs seems to bellow and weep to me
Begging consciously
End this matriarchy

Bite the bullet through your teeth
As you scream
Back to me
Holding a sickle scythe to the orphans throat
Bite the bullet through your teeth
As you scream
Back to me
Slit his throat and let the blood rush

Can't answer what
Who is who
What will we ever do without
2 plus 2
Equals five
Holden tells you these secret lies
Upon the steel woven net you realize
They aren't out to get you

The disease deep between your legs
Screams, wails, and begs
To be let go of this hollow hell
To be set free from this shallow shell
That doesn't do much
But sit and cry
You sit down a wonder why

You sit down and wonder why
You drunken whore gives the breath to sigh
The answers to the world are always nigh
You're so close to greatness

You're so close to greatness I swear
Is what I am always told and hear
I am just not cut out for this job
I bitch and moan, cry or sob to everything
in my life

The orphan is back and wields a long knife
Heart set on destruction, fueled by his strife
Destined to rid of all with their life
What ever happened?

In this war torn world we sit and stare
People so close, but no one is near
To the twisted jester screams out in fear
They're on the beaches

The bloody damned mess that we see with our eyes
All fall back on Holdens dirty lies
God has abandoned

And you're going to pay
For something that you never did
I bet you wished that you had said
But don't worry baby we'll all end up dead
Scattered on the beaches
Our heads hang low
That's the way that we end the show
Always so depressed

We wear these fake smiles
And share a nice laugh
But I just can’t, anymore