The Effigies of King Logos & the Animated Sun
Within this albatross of the unusuals
creatures mingle in their darkest light.
This visceral parade is under the facade of
carnivorous beings breeding without sight.
Now let them come, let them go.
They will tell you, what they know.
Let them come, let them go.
All you are, is a show.
Stand in the tomb of your catacombs,
made of stone and full of bones.
Creep in the darkness of its underground,
a place so full of sound.
Creep in the darkness of its underground,
where there's no God around.
Meeting the man whose got no hands,
in the sand with blazing fans.
He told me I must find a place to hide,
a place for me to hide.
He told me I must find a place to hide,
a place for me to die.
creatures mingle in their darkest light.
This visceral parade is under the facade of
carnivorous beings breeding without sight.
Now let them come, let them go.
They will tell you, what they know.
Let them come, let them go.
All you are, is a show.
Stand in the tomb of your catacombs,
made of stone and full of bones.
Creep in the darkness of its underground,
a place so full of sound.
Creep in the darkness of its underground,
where there's no God around.
Meeting the man whose got no hands,
in the sand with blazing fans.
He told me I must find a place to hide,
a place for me to hide.
He told me I must find a place to hide,
a place for me to die.