Pin the drugs of last night Kill the cigarette, now sleep Let the wolves upon the sheep
The wings of the world move slow in this hall And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
How strong the weakness is Exhale you fail to resist Shut the blinds, and rewind Let the ghost into your mind
The wings of the world move slow in this hall And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth Rip the heavens with the horns of the south