Cry out for the king To bring salvation from the plague
Cry out for the king To bring the cleansing flame And build the new Jerusalem
The king is the cause of the plague We capsize, overwhelmed By cascading oedipal revelations Jocasta's feet have finally left the ground Fissures running all the way down
Our sacred visions of Apocalypse Epic comic-book escape fantasies We are conveniently unworthy Lull our budding concerns to sleep
And every doomsday tragedy Ends with a place in eternity
The Delphic oracle grows fat On self-fulfilling prophecies And the Ark of the Covenant Holds a pair of golden broochesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
