Remember how it all began
The apple and the fall of man
The price we paid

So the people say
Down a path of shame it lead us
Dared to bite the hand that fed us

The fairy tale
The moral end
The wheel of fortune

Never turns again

The worst of it has come and gone

In the chaos of millennium
In the falling out of the doomsday crowd
Their last retreat is moving slow

They burn their bridges as they go
The heretic is beatified
He'll teach the harlot's child to smile


Wracked again by indecision
Should we make that small incision

Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched
We rent, we slashed

And when he opened up at last
Found a cul-de-sac
Deep and black

Of smoke and ash

The wicked king of parody

Is kissing all his enemies
On the seventh day
Of the seventh week

The tyrant's voice is softer now
But just for one forgiving hour
Before the rise of his

Iron fist again

I've come tonight

I've come to know
The way we are
The way we'll go

Come to measure this
The width of the wide abyss


I come to you in restless sleep
Where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet
With voodoo doll philosophies

And day-glo holy trinities

The crooked raft that leaves the shore

Ferries drunken souls aboard
Pilgrims march to Compestela
Visions of their saint in yellow


All follow deep in trance
Lost in a catatonic dance

Know no future
Damn the past
Blind, warm, ecstatic

Safe at last...