In the mind of god The dead sleeping lie And the little cogs though unmoving Hover over the turning wheel All life's a farce The broken bird is draped
And then when then I die I feel I shall say I have not understood I have not understood any of this My eyes are still coaldark I have not understood Around
And am I born to die? And lay this body down? And as my trembling spirits fly Into a world unknown A land of deeper shade Unpierced by human thought
When I wished upon a star I mistook the night for tar And so I was blind But no longer blind I saw I am a passing breath And I know now Why Caesar is
When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens
The Seven Seals are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows: I. The Bloodbow II. The Pissbow III The Painbow IV. The Faminebow V. The Deathbow VI. The
She's pouring brown gold Into her veins She lost her own way Years ago Her sister calls her From the dark side of the night And she falls with that call
If I cast my eyes before me Towards an infinite space in which I do not exist And if I look behind me, what a terrible procession there in which I do
This autistic Imperium With paint and spick and span Is Nihil Reich Whilst wine calls meat My friend at teatime Wonders at the weight Of the armies that
Four four almost finite When I peeked inside I did not see chalice or grail God wasn't there In the darkness The curtain tearn I already saw Black ships
Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth Snakes and graves and serpents and monuments Of leaves and garden refuse spilling out like tigers at any
Lady Margaret, lady Margaret was sowing at the sea she's all dressed in black and a thought came in her head to roam in the woods to pull flowers to flower
I lose myself and dream of worlds That lie between your fingers And hide behind your eyes And dream of forests And forts of snow Where we may kneel and
I remember walking in the fields around York Miserere Oh miserere I remember sitting in a small room in London Miserere And I remember thinking Miserere
My eyes are black and wide My eyes are black and wide Hey, ho, the noddy, oh My eyes are black and wide I crush the velvet mound I crush the velvet mound