Keeny Gibler (Play the Piano Like a Disease)
Fight, priest, fight
Take pictures and make all right what you have lost
Give pride back to the ground
You got all you want, but you've got a wreck
Everyone in this whole wide world, wake up and panic
Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death
Panic
They all stare, but no one seeks
They all claim, but no one speaks
They all hear what they want
Panic, preacher, panic
Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies
They come in pairs of two and we only die twice
But for such a long time
Just because you kiss a lot, that don't mean you're in love
Just because you have begun, that does not mean you've won
Well I was a second son, not born but just once
And all my friends be gray
The fade out
They all close the door and no one speaks out loud
The fade out
Take my heart, prophet