fires Icons-falling from the spires Those words hang like vicious spittle dribbling from that tongue Close your eyes to your lies Force feed more pious meat Those nebulous codes and
So she gathers up her brood And sits across its face And smiles into their face She sucks up all its energy She beams down vital energy And smothers their
Hanging.... Hanging from your daisy chains Swinging in the trees Running from your enemies And falling on your knees On your knees Get down on your knees
all sisters and brothers I'm not your sister Or your brother Don't bury me with this Join hands-join hands We're all sisters and brothers Sisters and
(2 minutes silence) ...In Flanders fields The poppies grow Between the crosses Row on row That mark out place We are the dead...
death's head mask No-one is safe while the curfew lasts But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam While helmets of blood fill the screen They look away and
You dip your hands into my flesh And say you won't reveal a scar I must have faith in this procedure It's a miracle-It's a wonder A thousand hidden
