To what senses
Oh did you expect everyone to come
They've got none left, stripped like old fences
Naked to the whip
Of the world and the wind
And you look their way and man, they're gonna run
Worse, they'll take your rotten word
Like honest monsters
They'll look you in your one good eye
And smoothing down our fur say
"It's our cross, get behind me, trust our power now"
There's a black light glowing
At the center of the world
And I'm losing my sight
There's a black balloon imploding
At the center of the world
Full of nothing tonight
So what senses
Oh did I expect we'd again return
Our desert skin's been burned
Well, evil loves apprentice
And mystery, while leatherbound, is half-conceived
Yeah, it's still just a string of words
I'm full of nothing tonight