Do you smell that?
Drifting into your windows is the perfumed scent of rebels
Dancing in the flames
Open up your nostrils just a bit more
Take it all in
Take back your senses
We've built pyres two hundred feet tall and set them aflame for you to feast your eyes upon
Take back your senses
Your sense of self
Hear the sounds of our rejoicing,our war cries giving way to songs of peace and hopes for the future that we scream into the abyss
The abyss that we shall conquer
Once you take back your senses
Your self
Your beautiful self
Take your future back into your hands
It's time to shape it yourself
Become you
Take back your senses
Your sense of self
And we'll sever the head of the serpent that guards the cages imprisoning our understanding
Come take back your senses,your sense of self
Just outside your door
The invitation is carved in stone
Bring out your dead
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!!
There's a party going on outside
And everyone's invited