Lyrics: Luke I Am Your Father. Tight Trips [EP]. Wicked, Tricksy, False!.

It's the opposition in this case that will bring us closer
It's the proximity to chaos that will take us further

Nothing done so far seems to mean a thing
As we are called to arms against no one but ourselves
Well, excuse me for not feeling guilty anymore
For the feast of deceiving you served to your lackays

I won't take this abuse no longer for the simple fact
That you can't even control this snake tongue you hide
Behind your crisp white liar teeth

As you've been worried trying to build an army to let you
Feel less empty, we've been having some real fun
Learning together, growing together, even fighting together
As true human beings and not these living containers
For the wicked thoughts that you spray around when it feels convenient

In these realm of forced solitude you chosen to live
Silent nights will be the plague that will corrode your mind
When it looks like a plain fear of the dark that resides