Transistors of Mercy

Overturned, the scarab begins to panic
 Pleading to a desert moon
 Mercy arrives, in the form of captive stepford wives
 In rapture, the scarab tumbles down the blazing dune
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 Latched together into sad little heards
 Behind them a trail of bits and broken pieces
 Vicious apes drag them onward with whips and with words
 Guide us in this darkest hour
 Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
 Grant us the sacrament
 Grant us the power
 Hunters of the dawn, emerging from the fog
 Crawling, head their calling and obey
 In sand, the scarab leads scriptures
 For the captives to stare at to no end
 The ape has his god's and is the king of liars
 And you have no god and cannot pretend
 Guide us in this darkest hour
 Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
 Grant us the sacrament
 Grant us the power
 Alien time travel evolution attack
 Ape men to the the left, right, front and back
 Planetary quakes shift just as I turn
 Galactic expansion fuel exhausting the burn
 Weathered widows, missionaries
 Conducted impulse once miscarried
 The message with a wink and a nod
 Delivered to the hands of god
 Missing link of future inventions
 The result of evolutions intentions
 Bread and water, blood and wine
 Yawn and stretching out the dawn of time
 Guide us in this darkest hour
 Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
 Grant us the sacrament
 Grant us the power to conquer and devour
 As you roll out hieroglyphics across the sky
 Soul transforming body and mind
 Remaining only tooth and bone
 Hallowed be thy name written stone