To gather the rusty coffin nails
And follow the trail of the zodiac
To search the pearls and the lotus
-the passion you lost in the game (called life)
Brought back the lost years to harvest
The virgin-white winters of our discontent
Black shepherd, false deemer
The anguish of wars long gone still aflame
In his frozen eyes
For we no longer care
For the secrets that lie beneath
We no longer know how
And banish our bastard sons
All in the sake of make-believe
Smothered in delirious dreams
We cling to the mercy of a lesser god
Bemused by utopian visions of heaven
We choke in the drunken laughter of pain