Weathered away by the sheer weight of meaning
No pause to recoil and you fall in line here
It takes seed, a glimpse of the wound
Under the idea
And you know
This isn't always what it seems to be
A need to compare
I can see past you into forever
I can see the end
She is hacked by the answer
Face down
And I never take the strain
She enters the arm on the wings of the needle
The media covenant claims this as truth
A violent revolt to this taste of the artless
Grasps for the proof
She's trafficking in answers
Stained by the mark of the word
Under order of our lady of pain
The secret
Blistering under the skin
Bears the imprint of the incision
Still yearning for a brighter day
We'll blow this lie away
And she is hack'd by the answer
Face down again
And I never take the strain
She is hack'd by the answer
Flakes out again
And I never take the strain