My
Will To Power Is Dead
The
dwarf of gravity's in a thong
The
townsfolk left to smoke a bong
That
science wasn't gay enough for me
Ultra
modern kids unable
To
look beyond blood and fable
That
is why I am so stupid, see?
My
will to power has long past
I'm
trapped here in the house of ash
Where
everything's as brittle as dried clay
My
will to power is long dead
I
share this tomb with the godhead
Where
life is dust and crumbling decay
Psychology
will be the future
Lanzek
pills will knit the suture
Prophet's
taking classes for his hate
The
builders of the house of ash
Were
all erased by nuclear flash
The
bridge that we once trod is desolate
My
will to power has long past
I'm
trapped here in the house of ash
Where
everything's as brittle as dried clay
My
will to power is long dead
I
share this tomb with the godhead
Where
life is dust and crumbling decay
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