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
s**le the teats of imagination
Let's dream a bland life
The flower of invincibility
Ring the bells for you