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Track 3: The Sacred Art of Getting the Point Across
Little boy keeps wandering
Little boy keeps sauntering
Tiny, fragile little thing
Little boy keeps burning things
"Have you heard? He's nearby!"
"Just the thought could make me cry..."
Curiously he stops and taps
Matches fall upon his lap
Tiny, fragile little thing
Little boy keeps filtering
Holy places burning down
Satan's glaze upon the town
Everybody's so fucking vain
No concern around the pain
"Our church went down, I can't believe..."
"... Something like this, could happen to me..."
Little boy's eyes glow bright
Little boy provides the fright
Tiny, fragile little thing
You're behind what's happening
People scream when you walk by
Little boy's got a buzz like a fly
Sirens sounding, "Be afraid!"
"The devil's walking, we've got him pegged!"
But the killing continues just as before
The guilt, the gossip, the panic and the gore
Little boy with gas on his breath
Tiny, fragile, intrepid speck
You've got this town running for cover
Housewife's sheltering with nothing above her
"Hear me, children. There's no threat to our town."
These last few words before the roof came down?
Little boy with ashes in his cuts
Stupid little thing kicking up a fuss
Tiny, fragile concrete android
Just keep walking and learning to avoid
And keep burning, burning things to the dirt
Spread the anguish and the appropriate word.
It's all you have to do, stir a little less quiet.
"Fire is a tool of Lucifer, my children.
Be wary of this child, he takes each step for hatred.
His way is no way we associate with God.
He is all that is wrong with the world at large.
Learn to dread his presence, my children.
Learn to gag at the sight of his smoke."
