The night arrives, wicked and sentimental
It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle
And the moon gives women their claws
As mother earth opens her jaws
And swallows whole all the phalluses
The rich men and their palaces
And broken seashells look like fragments of planets
We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets
And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some
As the rest of the planet comes undone
And the drunkards are eager to play their roles
As the martyrs wait to save their souls
The flame that survived the storm
Deviates from the norm
A pariah born
In unsymmetrical form
Only when it burns out
Will an apocalypse come
Calling all you monsters
Unite as one
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
The night arrives, wicked and sentimental
It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle
And the moon gives women their claws
As mother earth opens her jaws
And swallows whole all the phalluses
The rich men and their palaces
And broken seashells look like fragments of planets
We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets
And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some
As the rest of the planet comes undone
And the drunkards are eager to play their roles
As the martyrs wait to save their souls
The flame that survived the storm
Deviates from the norm
A pariah born
In unsymmetrical form
Only when it burns out
Will an apocalypse come
Calling all you monsters
Unite as one
