Blessed Are The Meek
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Blessed are the weak
As they make a fuzz
One day a week
Their brains grow another layer of moss
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Steaming skin
Dynamite in the heart
Never to be torn apart
In the wind
Smoke bellows from the fire
For freedom, a burning desire
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Blessed are the weak
As they make a fuzz
One day a week
Their brains grow another layer of moss
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Shot in the head
Revenge cold, served at last
Explosive was the blast
Brain and skull
Artistry, bloody gore
And his wife too, nevermore
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Blessed are the weak
As they make a fuzz
One day a week
Their brains grow another layer of moss
Blessed are the meek
But that is not us
Blessed are the meek