The Terror Serves a Purpose

That's one Precipice we refuse to fall from Straddling Two famous worlds isn't real We're creating a third one That is You invented a death Wish for us To people how we saw fit Destroyed by the dust of itself Struck dumb by lesser things I have been a lesser thing I have been dumb I have been Oh, how it used to be Inevitable that two feet At a table might touch I never thought I'd miss Your triumphs That much From wife to midwife From wife to midwife From house to halfway house So let it be known The scalps shall be displayed Flayed and branded I hear you've the stomach I hear you can stand it all See, the terror, it serves a purpose And we serve a purpose And we serve a purpose And we serve it