Mark David Chapman lyrics

We pierced the side of the idol With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar Bottled the water from the wound Holy relic- the essence of star But what does she care, it's just another blank stare Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair' So let this be a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst To a world that loves and hates you on a dare And when this once at least gilded cage has been Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb Lead you to some meaning of truth The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps Let all the desperate hours of boredom Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof Choose any scene from the vending machine Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found If we wear out each other it's o.k., just go buy another Industrial revolutions of the soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing Let this be release, forever unwound.