I’m pulling out
My called card
And raising my stakes, and cocking my gun
Ready to break my breath, and stop my ****** brain
Blood rush to the routine head of this headful dreams
Shoot me into the unopened heaven gate
You have sealed the gates with a blood crest and sacrificial altar
Calling her from the west, and lookng blindly at blindness
These people have only seen bacchanus
Stuck in gloryholes and hellposts