Fight priest, fight. take pictures.
Make alright what you have lost,
Give pride back to the ground.
You have got all you
want.
But you've got a wreck.
Everyone in this whole wide world.
Wake up and panic.
Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones
smell of death.
Panic.
They all stare, but no one seeks.
They all claim, but no one speaks.
They all hear what they
want.
Panic preacher, panic.
Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies,
They come in pairs of two and we only die
twice,
But for such a long time.
Just because you kiss a lot, that don't mean you're in love.
Just because you have begun, that
doesn't mean you've won.
Well I was a second son, not born but just once, and all my friends be gray.
The fade out.
They all
close the door and no one speaks out loud.
The fade out.
Take my heart, prophet.
