Face to the floor From the body protrudes wires A bastard connection to the core Pray to the north As the stoic in you swore The text held no answers And the holy men are wearing red I don't know what's worth fighting for Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore If we think we are But that don't make me a god Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop Gaze up to sky Stake a claim to advertise The sun and its pastor collectivize dry Place more and more Faith in our cardboard wings Fly, fly, fly, fly, greedy eyes I don't know what's worth fighting for Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore If we think we are But that don't make me a god Take it Unceasing irony Cynicism destroys sincerity For all time We killed the father in the hearts of men And now the Dragon has birthed forth all sin I don't know what's worth fighting for Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore If we think we are But that don't make me a god I don't know what's worth fighting for Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore If we think we are But that don't make me a god Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop