Oh, Manhattan - The Anti-DaVinci Lyrics

Step back, take a glance at what you've created
These visions set forth are all fabricated
My spirit is willing but my flesh is weak
Nature is broken, the rapture approaches

Black out the canvas, paint a masterpiece that's insincere
Well, off to work, shake off the dirt, the end is near
We're all along for the ride, but no one's behind the wheel

I survived the actions of a world that stands for one desire
To cut the throats of whores and liars
I abide - so tell me what I'm worth inside your eyes; they must be blind

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand
Guerrilla spiritual warfare... judged be the ones of mercy

We're serving bits and pieces of your subconscious up on silver platters, so take a number
Take a look in the mirror, tell me if who you are still comes in clear
Cause my reflection disappears

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand
Guerrilla spiritual warfare... judged be the ones of mercy

Is this insanity, or is it just genius?
Survival of the fittest, it's every man for himself and we created this
Melt down your knives for bullets

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand