Loose lips sink ships mutiny in the midst

Slit wrists at a shake of those hips



I claw a message, on the optics

As a reminder a warning

So forge a lifetime skull full of dynamite

I want to colour the collective

So count the victims collect the causualties

It's a danger to the program

This is not a freak of nature

We never saw this one coming



With pride against the grain



I craft these stories but borrow the language

cracks in your veneer let me in

With tales of torture sex and cyanide

And still your bullshit is wearing thin

So keep that dirty little mouth of yours shut

For a minute hide that filthy smile

So when you can't place these shallow feelings

Pray for a manifestation



WIth pride against the grain, Fight against the flow



Just like an ill dream that taints the day black.