went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest
Was music choir

It will never leave
the scar
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
we devour the wing
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.

Let the fallen
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with its beautiful voices....
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
the swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music.... choir