Profane Obscenities
One hand on a hollow oath. One hand raising a golden ghost. We crown kings with plastic thrones and call it a ceremony.
Lyrics
[Intro] One hand on a hollow oath One hand raising a golden ghost [Verse 1] If all we had was profane obscenities To crown our kings with plastic thrones We’d stitch our prayers from cheap profanity And build our temples out of foam [Verse 2] If all we had was televised hypocrisies Broadcast in syrup, wrapped in gold We'd trade our vows for crooked pageantries And sell our souls for fool’s fool's gold [Chorus - lift with irony and swing] Obscenities we sow Obscenities we reap The lies we kiss hello Are the truths we bury deep [Verse 3] If all we had was desecrated dignity Paraded proudly down the streets We’d call the liar our divinity And shame would bow beneath our feet [Chorus - repeat bigger, more unhinged] Obscenities we sow Obscenities we reap The lies we kiss hello Are the truths we bury deep [Bridge - smoky dub echo] (Obscene is the throne) (Obscene is the crown) (Obscene is the silence) That won't tear it down [Chorus - final roar] Obscenities we sow Obscenities we reap The lies we kiss hello Are the truths we bury deep [Outro - fading, dub echo and ad libs] (Profane... profane...) (Obscene... unseen...)
