Ignite, show their faces Set the tapestry on fire You've dripped merely a few feet away from my pew What isn't a plank in my eye is completely out of view Weaving a picture from the threads of lies Caught up in the image, can't see what's inside ♪ Edge burns a coil in the breeze Silk spins in the desert of our dreams ♪ They coagulate like milk fat from the chew Shedding sun spills spoils on 99 percent of you Wipe up the drippings with crumpled faces of fathers Burning the rest not blood dressed, with no care nor bother Take down their artifice, ten thousand threads Count the dead, you're outspent, armoured rotten burlap It reeks in here, at the root, at the core There's no feed, there's no giver, there's no creek, there's no saviour It hangs in the doorway, ooh It hangs in the doorway, ooh It hangs in the doorway, ooh It hangs in the doorway, ooh Ooh ♪ Ooh ♪ Ooh