Blessed Are the Meek

Blessed are the meek But that is not us Blessed are the weak As they make a fuzz One day a week Their brains grow another layer of moss Blessed are the meek But that is not us Steaming skin Dynamite in the heart Never to be torn apart In the wind Smoke bellows from the fire For freedom, a burning desire Blessed are the meek But that is not us Blessed are the weak As they make a fuzz One day a week Their brains grow another layer of moss Blessed are the meek But that is not us Shot in the head Revenge cold, served at last Explosive was the blast Brain and skull Artistry, bloody gore And his wife too, nevermore Blessed are the meek But that is not us Blessed are the weak As they make a fuzz One day a week Their brains grow another layer of moss Blessed are the meek But that is not us Blessed are the meek