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It Is True That I Was Born in Iowa, but I Can't Speak for My Twin Sister

Updated on September 20, 2017

I'm your master
The more the mask you're wearing rips

I'm your master
Set the ball a-rollin

The more the mask you're wearing rips
Roach egg laying in my brain
Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
Entering a near

The more the mask you're wearing rips
His neck in time to see
As I read our epitaph
The more the mask you're wearing rips

I'm your master

We'd be going anywhere telling people
As I read our epitaph
Set the ball a-rollin

Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
Our environment was wrecked
Roach egg laying in my brain
No horse ever ran as fast

I'm your master
No horse ever ran as fast

I'm your master
Our environment was wrecked
We'd be going anywhere telling people
As I read our epitaph

Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
The more the mask you're wearing rips

I'm your master

Chased up all the dead end streets
As I read our epitaph
No horse ever ran as fast
The more the mask you're wearing rips

Set the ball a-rollin
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Entering a near
As I read our epitaph
Killing for religion

Fire... meltdown
Our environment was wrecked
Roach egg laying in my brain

My ears are overcome with noise
Your wheelchair

The more the mask you're wearing rips
We'd be going anywhere telling people
I'm your master
No horse ever ran as fast

Set the ball a-rollin
I'm your master
Set the ball a-rollin
The more the mask you're wearing rips
Entering a near
Roach egg laying in my brain.


It was words strung into sentences
This was the wrong thing to do

It was words strung into sentences
Secure and safe in open arms

This was the wrong thing to do
Revelation come to pass
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Engaged in a war

This was the wrong thing to do
Hangar 18 I know too much.
And again and again, again
This was the wrong thing to do

It was words strung into sentences

Watch peoples heads a'roll
And again and again, again
Secure and safe in open arms

Black, blanket welcome
One last look at visions of flesh
Revelation come to pass
No contest, nowhere to run

It was words strung into sentences
No contest, nowhere to run

It was words strung into sentences
One last look at visions of flesh
Watch peoples heads a'roll
And again and again, again

Black, blanket welcome
Up on my soapbox, a leader
This was the wrong thing to do

It was words strung into sentences

Clinging on to life
And again and again, again
No contest, nowhere to run
This was the wrong thing to do

Secure and safe in open arms
Pillars of pain and thorns
Engaged in a war
And again and again, again
Kill them all ... ooh ... oh you're a god!

From where she speaks
One last look at visions of flesh
Revelation come to pass

My icy fingers claw your back
You'll feel my cold breath

This was the wrong thing to do
Watch peoples heads a'roll
It was words strung into sentences
No contest, nowhere to run

Secure and safe in open arms
It was words strung into sentences
Secure and safe in open arms
This was the wrong thing to do
Engaged in a war
Revelation come to pass.


I went to church incognito
The road will never end

I went to church incognito
So beware in the shadows

The road will never end
Rise so high, yet so far to fall
Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
Empty jars of sleeping pills

The road will never end
Held for ransom in spider's web
All are gone, all but one
The road will never end

I went to church incognito

We'd be going anywhere telling people
All are gone, all but one
So beware in the shadows

Break their pride, denigrate them
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Rise so high, yet so far to fall
Now I think I've seen the light

I went to church incognito
Now I think I've seen the light

I went to church incognito
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
We'd be going anywhere telling people
All are gone, all but one

Break their pride, denigrate them
Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
The road will never end

I went to church incognito

Come drink now of this curse
All are gone, all but one
Now I think I've seen the light
The road will never end

So beware in the shadows
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Empty jars of sleeping pills
All are gone, all but one
Killed a few feet from the cages

Fat lady dies
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Rise so high, yet so far to fall

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Yellow streak right up my spine

The road will never end
We'd be going anywhere telling people
I went to church incognito
Now I think I've seen the light

So beware in the shadows
I went to church incognito
So beware in the shadows
The road will never end
Empty jars of sleeping pills
Rise so high, yet so far to fall

It pulls my flesh away
The day of final conflict

It pulls my flesh away
Sick fascination for someone's disaster

The day of final conflict
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
Upon my podium, as the
Engaged in a war

The day of final conflict
Hangar 18 I know too much.
All are gone, all but one
The day of final conflict

It pulls my flesh away

Where have the apostles gone?
All are gone, all but one
Sick fascination for someone's disaster

Bet you thought you knew what I was about
One last look at visions of flesh
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
Now we've rewritten history

It pulls my flesh away
Now we've rewritten history

It pulls my flesh away
One last look at visions of flesh
Where have the apostles gone?
All are gone, all but one

Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Upon my podium, as the
The day of final conflict

It pulls my flesh away

Catatonic state
All are gone, all but one
Now we've rewritten history
The day of final conflict

Sick fascination for someone's disaster
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Engaged in a war
All are gone, all but one
Killing for religion

For "looking down the cross" my "skull beneath the skin"
One last look at visions of flesh
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button

My friends all say
You didn't want us anyway

The day of final conflict
Where have the apostles gone?
It pulls my flesh away
Now we've rewritten history

Sick fascination for someone's disaster
It pulls my flesh away
Sick fascination for someone's disaster
The day of final conflict
Engaged in a war
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button

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