By the night the entire sect connecting in the darkness digest
We run wild headlong straight into an abbatoir
Cause we are carnal at the carcasses
Guess we're carnal at the carcasses
Cold pit side cranes in the wind
My young girl's dancing
Turned our (?)
We pick the prickled flowers from the lawn
That's when we’re dashed against the gates of desire
That's when we’re dashed against thе gates of desire
Wе pitch, turn (?)
We were lone satellites in the fog
We tumble through the undergrowth
Bramble babies born of a buried wind
Guess we're carnal at the carcasses
Guess we're carnal at the carcasses
And she says we’re not born of the stars above
We are but fleeting moments in the sun
And there is no higher glory
Just a quiet human end
She says we’re not born of the stars above
We are but fleeting moments in the sun
And there is no higher glory
Just a quiet human end
She says we're not born of the stars above
We are but fleeting moments in the sun
And there is no higher glory
Just a quiet human end
Just a quiet human end
Just a quiet human end
Just a quiet human end
Just a quiet human end