| "Mercy..." | |
| Is the word we tore from the | |
| Book of Languages. "Mercy..." | |
| One possible display of necessary changes. | |
| Too bad we couldn't speak | |
| About our right to be weak | |
| Back when we had the right. | |
| We had the right. | |
| Revolutions, do your thing. | |
| Is the Great | |
| Matter-of- | |
| Fact still being true for you? | |
| Revolutions won't defend us | |
| From a life of love and a country madness | |
| Native to the country | |
| I'm thinking of. | |
| Your love of shit knows no bounds! | |
| Trust me this spells | |
| The premature end of us! | |
| Seize the sun. | |
| I assume we are done with it. | |
| This natural living will do you in... | |
| The Nature of | |
| Giving means | |
| I won't owe you anything, | |
| And you won't owe me anything. | |
| You won't owe me anything. "Mercy..." | |
| Is the word we tore from the | |
| Book of Languages. | |
| Too bad it went unspoken; | |
| Our beloved right to be broken... | |
| Back when we had the right. | |
| We had the right. | |
| We had the right systems. | |
| We had the right |