Forget The Future. I'd Worship

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.