keep us silent and diverted drug me, corporate gods
we were eager to forget now we hail the blade unmasked
toward death toward the sun this needle poised in flesh
drink from this lunacy and bite the hand that made you man
and when springtime comes with awkward little steps to the land that mourns for me
do not rush do not fear the silent frequency (of lust)
toward death toward the sun this needle poised in flesh
drink from this lunacy and bite the hand that made you man
and the sun goes down and death is all around and the secret son lies down and death is here to drown and everything's falling down and death is but another crown