Wonderlust

You can’t silence the mouth of violence.

He speaks to everyone, temptations of the tongue.

His clandestine promise that he claims is progress

Comes if we give it up, but if we give in then…

His knife’s born will come in the dark

His knife born, won’t hold back my spark… yeah

It’s my home; it’s my home damnit

It’s my home; it’s my home damnit

And I wont, give up, let you have it

It’s my home; it’s my home hey!

Achievements in science for conquests of violence

Don’t try to be discrete, and mimic history so

Quiet as a church mouse, he slips into our house

He wants to take us!

He wants to take us down!

This bomb’s born from science

This bomb’s born for violence