Lyrics

Aimless priest of sarcasm Breeding a rich suffering When they're walking naked A raw species is rotting Where Angels had once danced And lied to the pale black Now sparrows fall down to the side And explore deception with comic irony Like needle stitches in Singularities Expired and prolonged in penance There lies in cold the gardener of both races And blights variables of Dead necessity and space Like needle stitches in Singularities Expired and prolonged in penance There lies in cold the gardener of both races And blights variables of Dead necessity and space But don't listen to me tomorrow I can bring you the comforting proof Could go down to the maternal dark Where dimness & chaos Judge heaven and earth