Remember how it all began the apple and the fall of man   The price we pay so the people say   Down the path of shame it led us dare to bite the hand that fed us   Fairy tale the moral end, wheel of fortune never turns again   Never turns again      The worst of it is come and gone in the chaos of millennium   In the falling out of the doomsday crowd   Their last retreat is moving slow, they burn their bridges as they go   The heretic is beautified, teach the Harlot's child to smile      Wracked again by indecision, should we make that small incision?   Testify to the bleeding heart inside   We cart, we scratched, we ran, we slashed and when he opened up at last   Found a cul-de-sac deep and black, smoke and ash   Deep and black, smoke and ash      The wicked King of Parody is kissing all his enemies   On the seventh day of the seventh week   The tyrant's voice is softer now but just for one forgiving hour   Before the rise of his iron fist again, fist again      I've to come tonight, I've come to know the way we are, the way we'll go   And to measure this width of the wide abyss   I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet   With voodoo doll philosophies day glow holy trinities      The crooked raft that leaves the shore, ferries drunken souls aboard   Pilgrims march to compostle visions of their Saint in yellow   Follow deep in trance lost in a catatonic dance   Know no future damn the past, blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last