Cold all white science bare white slave all over Worship fixed in circles white floor glass ceiling painted Nails fall white essence wrinkles stitched together Minions blind miracles white eyes stare only fainted
One last day in Rome like a white dove in hell Falling stars, silent wishes merely broken shells
Swing low, swing low When stitched and sewn all over Go down, go down White scars unseen as ever
Gone to white presence seam white sewn unover Last rose given never white thick oily scent departed Preach to white silence dry mouth foams just slower Worship cold bandages white moist air rainbow coloured