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