That Which Has No Name - 31Knots

Take your beautiful body

And sell it on the streets

Not for money but time

Not yours or mine

But the stranger with the wandering eyes

Yeah the stranger with the wandering eyes

It’s the beauty of life and now it’s canned out and priced

He’s the stranger with the wandering eyes

He takes what has no name and

Bestows identity

'Cause he’s the proper father.

Lacks the.

sense of conquest

We would never ever listen

To ourselves in his condition

'Cause we’re the proper father.

In a turning world of bullshit

And it makes us sick to see ourselves

Get this.

.

sense of purpose

Friday heights and the sky that we’re scraping

He’s spreading lies about the beauty we’re breaking

And wide awake at 98.6

Slowly running faster from the blank.

death

Wide awake at 98.6

The premise of the person with the purpose we miss

We take was has no name and

Bestow our identity

'Cause we’re the proper father

Like lambs.

to the slaughter

And it makes us sick to see ourselves

So i have to ask why

I lust for what i see

Where the product of person

Doesn’t …

But who still cares

And who still can tell

So we dispose of our need for closure

Hell, we can change all the names and order

We can make what was no more

Or even reinvent a new way to.

Do it again and do it again

Can do it to families and do it to our friends

We can do it again and do it again

We can do it again and we do it again