Arrest me on the cutting room floor Because you know there'll be A hundred million more And is this what Samson saw When he'd taken to The Tiles Forever more? Do the patterns stay the same When we are living In the renaissance of hate? And do the patterns stay the same When you fizzle out And scatter down the drain? Back in the sacred unity of pain In the golden light Demanding your true face In the patterns Bearing witness all the same When the credits Started rolling into frame Sing the lullabies That plagiarize The first neanderthal To step into the flame Because the lullabies That plagiarize Sputter out and shrivel With the brain (Spiral out and shrivel With the brain) Tiles all around us Tiles behind closed doors Tiles for the Judge and the Jury Tiles for the Hangman's call