"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