All night he worked in the moonshine
He sought his natal mountain divine
Probably searched high and low
For some sort of help from some god
Even if he himself is a God
Went looking through forest and oceans
But he found silence and indifference
He would be a white dove
Flying through cotton-like clouds
But some dove have short life
Especially when exposed to the storm
So he went down into human cities
Found cunts and thieves
Mercury started flying around the sins
Between the rot and the waste
With a pair of wings at the feet
Hiding everything he liked
Every shiny stuff to appease his magpie mind
And the more that he did the stronger than satisfaction
It was like an addiction
Could no longer stop himself
Mercury became all hunched
Tore off his wings from the feet
Mercury can't fly anymore tired and old like a human
They invaded his person he will never trust
In someone anymore
But some dove have short life
Especially when exposed to the storm
So he went down into human cities
Found cunts and thieves
Mercury started flying around the sins
Between the rot and the waste
With a pair of wings at the feet
The dove is dying now
Killed by greed
His feet are covered in muck
With boils
The dove is dying now
Killed by greed
His feet are covered in muck
With boils
But some dove have short life
Especially when exposed to the storm
So he went down into human cities
Found cunts and thieves
But some dove have short life
Especially when exposed to the storm
So he went down into human cities
Found cunts and thieves
Mercury started flying around the sins
Between the rot and the waste
With a pair of wings at the feet
Mercury started flying around the sins
Between the rot and the waste
With a pair of wings at the feet