Take the pictures off the walls Take the statues from the halls Pull the pages from the books Imagination is a crook
Cast away the rind Purify the mind To find eternal rhyme Dark poetry sublime
Our health is this disease Our naked, cold striptease Our sickness must grow worse Lest the world become our hearse
Shadows in the cave Gyrating in our grave Transfixed by our screens Our gods these small machines
The seers say it's not And to wait without thought In ignorance and night Dark passage to the light
Cast your idols in the sea All you thought you knew All you hoped you'd be Past the threshold of the dark Ever ancient, ever new Ever slave ever freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
