How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down
Disordered worlds behind From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson ma**es, steeped in decadence Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within We need not the horns that emanate
From our warty, haunted bodies Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms Hedon, your children wild
And filled with d**h Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes
A pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager as a part of your face And the sickness attached to your skin
(Stone)
As the wine-rush, charging
From androgynous wombs
To open free the lid of pain Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale faced keeper of secrets Loaded with implosive fire
The who*e that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants We look at you, afraid
To see what we really are