Ills the wasted round swollen ground
Geoidal bulge, a broken back
Still says: "god willin'"
(some scar he has borrowed)
hasn't he for a home
A list of all comers comin'
To finally and cast the first one:
Last tune.
Thus, Jesus Christ is the end of all love songs
Fall before the cliff that calls you, lemming
Lies as long as the horizon wide
The Tsar of July shot through the collar
Hung by his heels in the stars
Hell, by and for these people of the book
Stomping to the rhythm of war drums
Threatening to fall out purgatory's bottom
The Church vs. Eros / Cupids deforested
Wings shorn, forced to his knees
His sexualized camps follow
For a savior hung like Christ
Lies as long as the horizon wide
More men for the mysteries
The devil in god's doubt
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Double-crossed within the Trinity
