Rip away screams like torture
Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
Crimes of conscience all paid in full
This art calls in the passionate heart
Cargos of doom
Ah, summer days, the daze slip away
The ships great masts conceal
Cargos of doom
Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
Far into darkness time walks naked into Godless tombs
Red bald erection his crown
Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
Evolution shines like Pollack Paint chips
Shield the temper of your exploding God
Ah, the demon cries from spaces hard to know
I feed from marshes, bushes, hard concrete marsh
No weeping for the Godless heart
Art phasing, silent wind this direction blown
Star gazing into pedestrian painted
Fall touching Golden Tongues
Behind false flags are the drugs and guns
Like our father's souls depart
Criminals kiss and hands are one
Oh, come away, come away
