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
To a world that loves and hates you on a dare
Where the orphans ask the widows
The meaning of 'fair'
So let this be a drink to quench
This uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch tighter
Around anxious hearts set to burst
When this gilded cage
Has been stripped bare of flesh, cold and numb
Oh, what have you done
Mark David Chapman?
Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead you to some meaning of truth
Oh, bumps and bruises and notebooks
For heaven's jury as proof
The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night
A satellite transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the soul
Interchangeable hearts, it's manufacturing
If we wear out each other, it's OK
Just go buy another
So let this be a drink to calm
The shaking hands that you've found
Let this be release
Forever unwound
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