Legs of a calf
head of a man
eyes on the camera
shaking everyone's hands
vultures circle,
and smack their lips
the sky goes black as the lightening rips
the stars are immune
the moon without pitty,
as waves of blood roll over the city
it's not a rehearsal
No special effects....
It's the end of a story,
it's what happens next
and I say
it's coming any second
and I say
in the blink of an eye
and I say
with a bang then a whimper
and I say it's ok if you never say goodbye
song of the child
song of the beast
as it slouches and slithers
it's way from the feast....
I dreamt a dream, what could it mean?
angels in amor devoured the Queen
All the people danced
and tore at their clothes
the skies grew fire
the oceans froze
it wasn't a fable
it was in our hearts
with seventeen devils speaking of jokes
I saw a chapel
land of God
the night it was cold
and the air was so blue....
tilted hound on the microphone,
as the rats kept the rhythm on chicken bones
people wept, torn off their jewls...
entered as soldiers, departing as fools....
it isn't a secentance
it's not a reward
it's a black parachute, with a noose for a cord....
and I say
it's coming any second
and I say
in the blink of an eye
and I say
with a bang and a whimper
and I say
it's ok if you never say goodbye
and I say
it's ok if you never say goodbye
and I say
it's ok if you never say goodbye