Legs of a calf...
Head of a man...
Eyes on the camera,
Shaking everyones hands
Vultures circle,
And smack their lips...
The sky goes back as the lightening rips..
The stars are immune,
The moon without pity...
As waves of blood
Roll over the city..
It's not a rehearsal
No special effects...
Its the end of the story,
It's what happens next..
(Chourus)
And I say...
Its coming any second
And I say...
In the blink of an eye...
And I say...
With a bang than a whimper...
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye...
Song of the child,
Song of the beast..
As it slouches and slithers,
Its way from the feast...
I dreamt a dream, I...what could it mean?
Angels in armor devoured the Queen..
All the people danced,
Tore at their clothes...
The sky grew fire,
And the oceans froze..
It wasn't a fable...
It was in our hearts.
With seventeen devils speaking of jokes.
(
)
I saw a chapel,
Land of God.
The night it was blue,
And the air was so cold....
Tilted hound on the microphone,
As the rats kept rythym on chicken bones....
People wept, torn off their jewels..
Entered like soldiers, departing as fools...
It isn't a secentance,
It's not a reward...
It's a black parachute with a noose for a cord...
(Chourus)