Of all the mysteries,
voids and tendencies,
creation takes us beyond the stars.
Binding unity, mistaken vanity,
precious moments i could love.
Or dead times for dead boys,
another one of satan's toys
I see a way, ill keep forgiveness on high.
Binding glitter tongues, meshing bags of bones
with pure intensions in unison.
We'll bathe in crystal lakes and feed off of love alone
with conscious human nature gone.
And no hidden privacy,
tasting fruits of harmony
cradled by the arms of the holy land.
Blessed by our mothers womb
where Jesus sleeps and lovers bloom
with pure intentions in unison.