[Intro] [TANGENT] Record club. [DOGS] Sex song. [GLITCH] Ritual song. [DEATH] Possession song. [DOGS] Four seconds in. [DEATH] Efficient. [TANGENT] It begins with Tyrrax. [DOGS] Of course it fucking does. [GLITCH] And ends with him irrelevant. [DOGS] Already improving. [ALL] ONE! TWO! ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR! [Verse 1 — TANGENT] Some old thief says something stupid, Revan starts to boil with rage, Tyrrax gets inside the evening Without even taking stage. Jade says, love, he's beneath us. Take the glass. Come over here. One kiss later all that bullshit Disappears behind the beer— [GLITCH] Wine. [DOGS] Worse logistics. [TANGENT] The point— Enemies and ships and rumours, Names projected on the wall, Lose their right to set the terms When two people choose something small. [DEATH] Small? [DOGS] Have you read the second verse? [GLITCH] He means private. [DOGS] Then say private. [Pre-Chorus] [TANGENT] No witness! [GLITCH] No permission! [DEATH] No spectator gets a vote! [DOGS] Kick the thief out of your bedroom— [ALL] AND GET HIS HAND OFF YOUR THROAT! [Chorus] [ALL] NO PRIEST REQUIRED! [GANG] NO PRIEST! NO OWNER INSIDE! YOU GAVE HER THE KEY— NOT THE DEED TO YOUR LIFE! NO SAINTS! NO THRONES! NO AUDIENCE RIGHTS! WHAT WE MAKE BETWEEN US DOESN'T BELONG TO YOUR EYES! THE KEY IS NOT THE DEED! [Verse 2 — GLITCH] Now the interesting bit. Communion. Take the holy architecture, Remove altar, remove priest, Keep the wine and keep receiving, Keep the meaning of the feast. But nobody stands above them. Nobody declares it clean. Nobody translates their bodies Into what they ought to mean. Both give. Both receive. No authorised mouth between. [DOGS] So they stole communion. [GLITCH] Reclaimed. [DOGS] Stole. [DEATH] Better word. [GLITCH] Fine. They stole communion. But sacred doesn't mean obedient. Devotion isn't ownership. Chosen surrender isn't licence For somebody else's permanent grip. [Chorus] [ALL] NO PRIEST REQUIRED! [GANG] NO PRIEST! NO OWNER INSIDE! YOU GAVE HER THE KEY— NOT THE DEED TO YOUR LIFE! NO SAINTS! NO THRONES! NO AUDIENCE RIGHTS! WHAT WE MAKE BETWEEN US DOESN'T BELONG TO YOUR EYES! THE KEY IS NOT THE DEED! [Verse 3 — DOGS] Right. You give somebody access, Let them closer than the rest, Let them see the ugly wiring, Let them put the thing to test. Doesn't make them fucking landlord. Doesn't make your body theirs. Doesn't make one night of surrender Into law for twenty years. You can hand somebody power. You can ask them not to spare you. You can trust them with the lock— Still doesn't mean they own the door. [small pause] [DEATH] That's annoyingly good. [DOGS] Thank you. [GLITCH] Don't get used to it. [DOGS] Too late. [Pre-Chorus] [GLITCH] Chosen isn't permanent! [DEATH] Sacred isn't law! [TANGENT] Love can make a private language— [DOGS] DOESN'T MAKE A FUCKING COURT! [Chorus] [ALL] NO PRIEST REQUIRED! [GANG] NO PRIEST! NO OWNER INSIDE! YOU GAVE HER THE KEY— NOT THE DEED TO YOUR LIFE! NO SAINTS! NO THRONES! NO AUDIENCE RIGHTS! WHAT WE MAKE BETWEEN US DOESN'T BELONG TO YOUR EYES! THE KEY IS NOT THE DEED! [Verse 4 — DEATH] Quick question. Why keep saying: “It isn't acting”? [small pause] [TANGENT] Because they're public people. [DEATH] Exactly. Myths already wear their faces. Other people know their names. Revolution, love and scandal Already turned them into frames. So the song keeps drawing circles: This is real. This is ours. This is underneath performance. This survived the public scars. But saying “real” can't prove it. Neither can extremity. You don't demonstrate connection By performing intimacy. Trust is what survives the moment. Trust is what permits the no. Trust is knowing giving everything Still leaves you free to go. [GLITCH] There. [TANGENT] Yes. [DOGS] Fuck. [Bridge — stripped] [TANGENT] So what is the heresy? [DOGS] Not the wine. [GLITCH] Not the sex. [DEATH] Not even the ritual. [TANGENT] It's meaning without permission. [GLITCH] Intimacy without jurisdiction. [DOGS] Devotion without a fucking landlord. [DEATH] And two people saying: You don't get to tell us what this means. [TANGENT] No church owns the sacrament. [GLITCH] No lover owns the other. [DEATH] No audience owns the story. [DOGS] No Tyrrax in the fucking room. [ALL] GOOD. [Final Chorus] [ALL] NO PRIEST REQUIRED! [GANG] NO PRIEST! NO OWNER INSIDE! YOU GAVE HER THE KEY— NOT THE DEED TO YOUR LIFE! NO SAINTS! NO THRONES! NO AUDIENCE RIGHTS! WE CHOOSE WHAT THIS MEANS AND WE CHOOSE IT TONIGHT! NO MASTER OF THE BODY! NO MASTER OF THE SOUL! NO LOVE THAT NEEDS POSSESSION TO PRETEND THAT IT IS WHOLE! THE KEY IS NOT THE DEED! [GANG] NOT THE DEED! THE KEY IS NOT THE DEED! [Outro] [DOGS] Still think they stole communion. [GLITCH] They absolutely stole communion. [TANGENT] Appropriated and reconstructed. [DEATH] Oh, shut up. [DOGS] Record club concluded. [GLITCH] No it isn't. [DOGS] Why? [DEATH] Because now someone's going to write a song about this one. [small pause] [DOGS] Fuck.
