In the guise of love
They will come for blood
With their guns so insatiably
The arguments impatiently
The bombs they burst, the way they bleed
The ardent and impatient, they are striving for a way to know
In the rising tide
Apocrypha, bag of lies
They are listening through the wires
So they sucked out all my memories
Replaced them with the stems and seeds
Of vacuum tubes 'cuz facts are useless
In the information age
We all long for the moon
But everybody's gone too soon
We are wrong to assume
We're wrong to use it, wrong to use much more than we need
They are financiers
In currencies of fear
With disease of insincerity
They occupy the architecture
Bound and gagging bone collector
Scrolling feeds and info orgies
Faith investment, paid in full