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We pierced the side of the idol

With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar

Bottled the water from the wound

Holy relic- the essence of star

But what does she care, it's just another blank stare

Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair'

So let this be a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst

To a world that loves and hates you on a dare

And when this once at least gilded cage has been

Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst

What have you done,

Mark David

Chapman? Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb

Lead you to some meaning of truth

The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps

Let all the desperate hours of boredom

Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof

Choose any scene from the vending machine

Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream

So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found

If we wear out each other it's o.k., just go buy another

Industrial revolutions of the soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing

Let this be release, forever unwound.