Transistors Of Mercy Songtext / Lyric

Overturned, the scarab begins to panic

Pleading to a desert moon

Mercy arrives, in the form of captive stepford wives

In rapture, the scarab tumbles down the blazing dune

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Latched together into sad little heards

Behind them a trail of bits and broken pieces

Vicious apes drag them onward with whips and with words



Guide us in this darkest hour

Protect us from the whim of the simian beast

Grant us the sacrament

Grant us the power



Hunters of the dawn, emerging from the fog

Crawling, head their calling and obey



In sand, the scarab leads scriptures

For the captives to stare at to no end

The ape has his god's and is the king of liars

And you have no god and cannot pretend






Guide us in this darkest hour

Protect us from the whim of the simian beast

Grant us the sacrament

Grant us the power



Alien time travel evolution attack

Ape men to the the left, right, front and back

Planetary quakes shift just as I turn

Galactic expansion fuel exhausting the burn



Weathered widows, missionaries

Conducted impulse once miscarried

The message with a wink and a nod

Delivered to the hands of god



Missing link of future inventions

The result of evolutions intentions

Bread and water, blood and wine

Yawn and stretching out the dawn of time



Guide us in this darkest hour

Protect us from the whim of the simian beast

Grant us the sacrament

Grant us the power to conquer and devour



As you roll out hieroglyphics across the sky

Soul transforming body and mind

Remaining only tooth and bone

Hallowed be thy name written stone