Attackers at Terce
And they’re falling out of the skies.
They want to shut my identity off
And cut me down to size.
But I can’t see the end of my fingers now
and I just can’t feel my toes.
None of my gloves will fit me any more,
My FURY expands and my body BLOWS.
Attackers at Complina,
It’s sword versus dagger
But if they want to cut me down in flames
They better be set to stagger!
I can see the whites of YOUR eyes
Oh no, it’s the venomous soul
An exercise and pinocchio lies
But that’s the way it goes.
Attackers at Vesperam
YOU want to kick your way to my heart
If a picture paints a thousand words
then doodles talk about too much.
I need a new drug!
Attackers at Complina
Still finger paint in mud.
If you want to talk about some art,
I’ll teach you how to draw some blood.
