Never ending flow
Through your mouth
To your soul,
Go, go, go,
Let it out,
Growl, growl!
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.
That humble executor,
Executor
In chief -
Your mentor and tutor
Will see to your
Beliefs.
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.
High and dry,
No hows, no whys,
You pass them by
In all your glory and fame.
Well, since you’re here,
You’re let to steer,
You’re fully healed
From your pitiful name.
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.