Message Man - Purloined Letter Lyrics

Take a moment to open your mind
Take a moment to gain insight and a vision
Just a second to let go of indecision
We need supervision to make our own decision

Never question the design you're assigned
You feel inspired, after that transpired
Tell me, was it everything you desired?
Living for a comma, and initials baby you're admired

Climb into the scene of an industry
Quietly conforming chilen' to its symmetry
Inadequate, you gotta deficiency and debility
The opposite of you is their epitome

Something wrong inside your head, they fed
Started as lingering thought but bred, and spread
Till it's making since, the aimless reason you bled
You're not the only one lying in your deathbed

Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sing dead rhythms, dead phrase
Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sing dead rhythms, dead phrase
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Beautiful vista, the views of a tomb
What dazzles is deadly, we're drawn to its bloom
The bloom of a fragrance that poisons the womb
The bloom with intentions that distantly loom

Deep in the heart of a scenery, forged
So long ago ceased beasts feasted and gorged
Echoes in ruins live on as their memories
So faintly and dimly but speak to our enquiries

Mesmeric Mecca with a river flow murky
Venom scatters to tenants less quirky
Masses with painted faces smirking
Occupants ominous with desires lurking

Mesmeric Mecca we're tangled in your roots
Looked, drawn and hooked to your fruit
Synthetic surrounding but who's to say who's the fluke
Paranoia or sentience? Quick or slow to spook?

Slow to spook from the lines of a marionette
Nothing new looming from a silhouette
Beautiful gut wrenching performance of a duet
Dead set against a reset, romanticize roulette

But there's no need to fear, not in Mecca dear
Easy decisions and needs provided from puppeteers
But when the strings ware and tear, you're in for a scare
You fell for a snare, watching but never there

Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sing dead rhythms, dead phrase
Digging up the grave that you say you save
Rave in the kingdom, a cave for you slave

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sing dead rhythms, dead phrase
Living in the grave that you save, you say
Rave in the kingdom, reinvent and resurrecting dead waves

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sin, dead rhythms, dead phrase

Dead Kings to dead kingdoms, dead ways
Dead lips sing dead rhythms, dead phrase