Manufactured beauty, gold frame.
You'll make X's and O's.
Gold frame.
You slit her throat.
Burn that bridge, cast that stone.
You've seen progress?! Press your suit, clear your throat.
State your case! And the evidence shows, without a shred of a doubt.
You'll see the end of man.
If the prophet is right, nothing will change, no one will rise.
Enough to stifle the mind of a genius.
Blood in the streets, blood in the sky.