The walls are crashing around you
Your pity is back in place
And as you swarm into it
I spit some of it into your face
Come and hold me in your arms
I just want a little piece of it
It's not too much to ask
I know you wouldn't think of it
Such a playful task
Your altar in your womb
Ring the bells for you
Children hold me in your arms
I'll guide you to the fields of plenty
My blindness is obscene
Suckle the teats of imagination
Let's dream a bland life
The flower of invincibility