Anima Mundi
Small blonde boys swaddled with care
Raked of their fathers and mothers, unfair You're a marvelous martyr
Sitting pretty in your judas chair
Set by cord with modern flair
If you take me now, how can I worship you?
Skew me out of shape
Kiss our neck, reaching around to secure your knot
We'd apologize, we'd wrong your rights (But we can't)
Abuiro, Abuiro, We're so sorry, we recant
Forgive our camarilla
We only tried to help glean up the confusion We thought we could save...
To recant our recant
We're trying to die wise
We want what you offer
We're trying to expire with flash-lit smiles