The Terror Serves A Purpose

That's one

Precipice we refuse to fall from

Straddling

Two famous worlds isn't real

We're creating a third one

That is

You invented a death-

Wish for us

To people how we saw fit

Destroyed by the dust of itself

Struck dumb by lesser things

I have been a lesser thing

I have been dumb

I have been

Oh, how it used to be

Inevitable that two feet

At a table might touch

I never thought I'd miss

Your triumphs

That much

From wife to midwife

From wife to midwife

From house to halfway house

So let it be known

The scalps shall be displayed

Flayed and branded

I hear you've the stomach

I hear you can stand it all

See, the terror, it serves a purpose

And we serve a purpose

And we serve a purpose

And we serve it