Born into a Lordship on the 18th Day of Nails
Stepped aboard a broad ship to feed off chasing whales
Garnered information from a slowly sinking port
Of a quickening sensation staged by Holy thinking taught...
Over frightened cries of mockery, tales instrumental told
Of an enlightened prize of crockery in sacramental gold
Hailed to hold the life-flow of Dogma's favoured slave
They say you'll survive the knife-throw, to possess it's to be saved...
Peace now, don't work your Wonders
Please now, don't steal my thunder
Release now, don't drag me under
Teach now, don't hoard your plunder
And so you wake up all confused in some old Mexican bar
She says, 'Te quiero sunshine, love the f*cker you are...'
Elegantly designed, dark soap opera star
She points along the timeline to sex in a jar
Well I've been someone different babe, I never confessed
Consecrated stealing in my loneliness
I could be revealing, but you could be next...
It's a chalice, it's a chalice, and its contents are blessed
In his palace with his phallus, well he calls for the next
He's just jealous, he's just jealous that he gave up the Quest
Pursue the glowing vision into jungles, jaws and jails
Through growing indecision, Salome floors her veils
Lost amongst the foundrymen and showed up by the blind
Accosted on the boundary when the road outran the signs
Then facing down a dragon with a greasy head of hair
His smoke expelled a nostril, His eyes released a glare
Says, 'No-one seems to notice that the cycle never slows
The only thing worth chasing is the freedom to expose...'