Rozz Williams And Gitane Demone The Pope's Egg Hat Lyrics

Not caring, truly blinded
I leave this box with twisted face
and everything you ever wanted, white, against glass
Dead as names from bellies tightened
Something must be done about this
They have robbed us of a cheapened life
Permit us only a sense of pity, brought on by brutality
and unconcerned eyes
Lives in squalor, sick, or in prison
The doors, old gain, all night, caught nothing
A member of that body, that one-minded memory alone
No razor nor fermented liquids in fulgent power
Shall gain dominion over death
Fast-moving, crazy, wandering
Nature's mutation of ghastly fate
Heavy canvas holding cave-like drip-rot
One hand whines in deep s___e-time,
Halfway down my death watch ticks
This sermon of agony draws all my attention away from the years
No great outcry of bodies in godless commotion
Look at their dauntless courage to this good news
Black night hearts leading them astray
and these heroic deeds done in leaping blaze
Across centuries of mental ascent
Should we resign such human frailties?
as in heaven's tongue, confess
and if this outline is a blueprint of fear, turn away
Seeds spilt then altered by day-frowning signs
Yellow slowly in smolders
Do we not occupy such thrones?
The proof of scars catching man in his own trap of salvation
It is the positive core of checks and balances
It is not in fire's abrogated fate
Is it a stirring reaffirmation of hope's final warfare?
Are we not restrained in mourning starred indulgence?
Standing at the gate, slave as royal shift
A smear of wasp-sized jewels glitter madly
As the throat is cut from ear to ear
Ever widening circles engulf these molten days
So that love and mercy might walk in newness
Active faith, a unity we know must never be broken
On the other hand, you are a brother of foreign land
a green-eyed monster
All of you sheep, not lords but servants
Separated from the sphere of truth before sin
and we shall view the resurrection of the dead,
Come to know the end of human foldings
A graceless life, already spent
And leaf of evening rains
One crack in this otherwise seamless egg