We Will Commit Wolf Murder

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even

Lately you're the only human I believe in

I’ve tried to understand his logic

But there's just no pattern there

No sympathetic voices anywhere

There's blood in my hair

Now I'm considered ugly from every angle

You're the only beauty I don't want to strangle

Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?

(Yes, we hear but we don't care)

There's no sympathetic victims anywhere

There's blood in my hair

I want to get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel

‘Cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal

When I die I want you to die too

Not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you

Spit on this planet without you

I envy you because you can believe in things like I never could

And not dose yourself into a coma over

The bestiality of our race

Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form

Like an agnostic transubstantiation

You wanna know what that is? Use your imagination

(Sell it)

They paralyzed my psyche to get even

Lately you're the only dancer I believe in

I'm a butcher now with blood in my hair

No sympathetic voices anywhere

There's blood in my hair (There’s blood in my hair)

Anti human armies spring from every angle

You're the only soldier I don't want to strangle

I can see it's a dolorous fate

(So don't expect us to cooperate)

Anyway, it's five lives too late

And there's blood in my hair

My head is

A most obliging harbor

For this illusion

Will these Irish eyes be stung by

Tears of confusion

Will you meet the common end

To your odd shaped mission

No, it isn’t true

I don’t believe in that kind of god

But still I pray for you

We will produce vanity holocausts

We will commit acts of misery

We will weaponize sightless innocence

Then we will forget (Uh oh oh)

Someone's terrorized my psyche to get even (to get even)

Lately you're the only human I believe in (I believe in)

I suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed (find her kingdom razed)

Cherub corpses in the vapor

Martyrs wrapped in butcher paper

And if I’m a monster possessed to mangle

You’re the only dancer I don’t wanna strangle

Can’t you hear me crying out for guidance?

(Yes we hear but we don’t care)

No sympathetic voices anywhere

There’s blood in my hair

I saw you laughing but tomorrow you’ll say you were there

You looked at me in disgust, girl, why should I care?

There’s blood in my hair

There's blood in my hair

There's blood in my hair

There's blood in my hair

Blood in my hair

Fuck