come along little one
pay attention to detail
as we forge our technicolor gods
and worship late night reflection
make way for the modern day miracle
no more water/wine parlor tricks
because this word means war
my obsession with women and death
becomes fervently tiresome
that deadpan look is out of fashion
so move me at the waist
its secret in the place where we shake hands
proud of their tradition
i mouth the words wholehearted
biding my time to
breathing this air to
carve out my place in their hearts
i miss battlefields
where i could prove my ten inches of steel
oh, good god, boredom
you're five years too late in murdering this fashion
pay attention little one
this is the way to be a god
in late night technicolor reflection
its secret in the place
where we shake hands
and make ourselves men
{song explanation}
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