Psychic Copper

Slaughtered copper
You could have served a victim
Gone down to Mother Street
Spilled your father's blood so red

Burning like a prophecy
Covered up in a golden mask
Toxic soul for a king to name
Bound by thread and steel

Now I own my mother's hotel
Waiting 'til the sun is done
Slaughtered copper, fear and failure
Violent young makes me run

Slaughtered copper
You could have served a victim
Gone down to Mother Street
Spilled your father's blood so red

I guess that the truth of violence
There's nothing but an eternal dream
Soon as you look at your understanding
You'll find nothing here

Now I own my mother's hotel
Waiting 'til the sun is done
Slaughtered copper, fear and failure
Violent young makes me run