There's a snake coming out of the darkness
Parade from paradise
End the need for Eden

Chase the dreams of merchandise

There is tic and toc in atomic

Leaders make a deal
The cosmic is largely comic
A con they couldn't conceal


There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast

The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin


Raise the art to resistance
Danger dare to be grand
Pride reduced to humble pie

Diamonds down to sand

Take heart from earth and weather

The brightness of new birth
Take heart from the harvest
Shave the harvest from the earth


Reasoning is partly insane
Image just an eyeless game

The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin


Miracles will have their claimers
More will bow to Rome
He and she are in the house

But there's only me at home

Rose is a rose of splendor

Posed to respond in the end
Lonely things like nights,
I find, end finer with a friend


I hear in the rate of her heart
A tear in the heat of the art


The night turns thin
The saint turns to sin