My New Thing Songtext
von Bourbon Tabernacle Choir

Like to do things just because you can
Do not build, rape, crush
Or destroy without intent

Do not hurt because it is available
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do not sour our mind
Because a pattern is simple to you


A simple not... is a not
A weakened soul challenged to pituity
As a matter of exercise
Is stronger left unsaid

It is better left to function in its weakness
Purpose
Purpose still
Purpose still reigns
Nothing
Reigns supreme