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
(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
(Never turns again)
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
==Chorus==
(Deep and black, 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
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(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