Well the sky is black,
And everyone's on fire.
Neon lights and shallow graves,
Are all I see for miles.
Waiting in utopia,
To liberate the living dead.
Palm trees and antiquity.
Kool-aid and strychnine.
Well the clock is dead,
And everyone's on fire.
Neon lights and shallow graves,
Are all I see for miles.
Waiting in utopia,
To liberate the living dead.
Palm trees and antiquity.
Kool-aid and strychnine.
Sing with me in harmony
In evidence of your liturgy.
I am your god and I