"Mercy..." 
Is the word we tore from the 
Book of Languages. "Mercy..." 
One possible display of necessary changes. 
Too bad we couldn't speak 
About our right to be weak 
Back when we had the right. 
We had the right. 
Revolutions, do your thing. 
Is the Great 
Matter-of-
Fact still being true for you? 
Revolutions won't defend us 
From a life of love and a country madness 
Native to the country 
I'm thinking of. 
Your love of shit knows no bounds! 
Trust me this spells 
The premature end of us! 
Seize the sun. 
I assume we are done with it. 
This natural living will do you in... 
The Nature of 
Giving means 
I won't owe you anything, 
And you won't owe me anything. 
You won't owe me anything. "Mercy..." 
Is the word we tore from the 
Book of Languages. 
Too bad it went unspoken; 
Our beloved right to be broken... 
Back when we had the right. 
We had the right. 
We had the right systems. 
We had the right