Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go

We're lords, wards against black arts,
Hordes of black darts
Haints, apparitions manifest within black hearts
And cracked starts
Blackboards, tests, tribulations,
Information, relegation of the restless ox-carts
We cross fords - and like saints, the water parts
Been deceived by life's box-art,
Partly bitter, fittingly remiss
Blissed out on elation,
Flittering away your best on finger-painted art.
Estimated death-toll-charts,
Graphs depicting misery
Averaged across centuries for accurate predictions
The highest bidder's a sinner,
Festered from lack,
Stacks of creation cross and criss the shack which we've detested.



You're sick, a stickman hurrying to flavour
The bricks of your foundation
With the curried favour you gained
Through prostration
And fights picked with your saviour
Exhibiting behaviour reminiscent of hicks,
Actions oft thick with the slick of worry,
A slurry of frustration, fright,
Panicked antics a reflection of projections
Seen in the years that made ya insatiable
Lusting for faux-premonitions of
Wealth and beauty, delighting in speculations
Equal parts hollow, vain, and ugly
And these blights
They restrict with the inflection of your lisp,
Rejections unpick your delight tonight while we bicker,
Sticklers for our non-negotiable rights

Take a leaf out of their book, and they'll tell you where to go...

We're famous
for outrageous staged claims,
Made stranger by fostered thoughts, festering
They descend like space invaders
We bark up trees laden with what limits us
Squinting to see sinister figures in the distance
Who degrade and diminish us
Karma departs us, and faced with our hardness
We depart these armies as they're proved to be disastrous
Advanceless wastes of space
Straining at chains left us fading and
Destitute, penniless as though these fading days hate us
But now that our cells are open and barless
We simply stare through the gaps in our own fear of changing
Failing through fear to even get near to failures
Idly waiting for idols to save us...

Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to go
And they'll tell you where to...