Their paralysis governs my dementia
Yet my own hunger dictates my dimensions
Hands that cloak pleasure within an illusion of sin
The torch of might they've held so high
Reanimate the wicked
The hysterical, divine, imagined music of the spheres
Now poison the earth with deafening noise
To the stars, the sea, the sky
This torch they've held so high
Reanimate the wicked
Cast astray
To betray those with no strength to lance the boil