Stand out on autumns edge
Watch those city lights fly
And if it's not gonna be me
Tell me why

Turns out money makes money well
I guess I'll step aside
Cause if it's not gonna be me
I'll be fine

I got my car, got my job,
Got my screens of each size
I've got my pastry mixed with cinnamon and cyanide
I've got everything that money could've ever bought me

I've got my clothes, heavy flows,
Got my pests pushed aside
I got the answer but the question to the answer has
been tossed [?]
but never helped to create

Got open knees, come in please
Just wanna see you
I got mother Nietzsche
and she's giving life with deicide
Oh she's a creature
What a peach yeah
But she's fallen
Far from the tree

And she's rolling down the hill
And if it's not gonna be me
Tell me why

And I got to thinking
"That girl walks the way ships sinks"
I guess we're goin' down

So come all sufferers here!
There's always time for healing
So come all sufferers here!
There's always time for healing
So come all sufferers here!

But my own question
To you sinners as you die,
Was the raping and the pillaging
Just what it took to get you high?
The corpse fucking
And the sucking lifeblood dry
Living in the devastation some generation left behind

Turns out mass destruction's just what people do
Yeah some of them was them
But one of them was you
Even in the depths of it
Even in the dusk
We're gonna rise up
We're gonna rise

We're gonna rise up
We're gonna rise up
We're gonna rise up
We're gonna rise up
There's always time for healing
So come all sufferers