Can't you hear those cavalry drums. Hijacking your equilibrium. Midnight snacks in the mausoleum. Where the pixilated doctors moan. Carnivores in the Cowloon night. Breathing freon by the
?. Post-Chorus. Two hands to Heaven I've prayed, priest forgive my soul. Lovely daggers pierced my heart many moons ago. Toxic roses chased by wolves and carnivores. Lost virgins with broken wings that will