A mystery has kept us into these fire roots.
But the spell has been broken upon our Judas lips.

Into this new skin out from the gravity of a gold ruin.
As faceless men attempt to take it all away.

Too naive to understand the scent of heat into their brains.
They are delicate holding their bellies with the breadth of their teeth.

But we all have wombs and are fetal within.
Growing strange new limbs every day.