It was dark in the field
And the stars hid their fires
All the planets would yield
And I watched them all align
Brought our fetish alive
To have every truth convenes here
Among every lie
And free you to decide
All the grace has gone
Through increments of labor
Signaling the dawn
Reversed in lieu of terror
When I grew up and I grew up and down
A ragged summer conceived in brilliant minds
That I would live in a new town
With two girls and new rules and
I was just a child
Ça ne fait rien
Accustomed I've grown to these eyes
They look us up they look us up and down
I found a novelty it might be rare I think
Ten ashen phalanges of a missing link
Still warm from the crash
Busted by the blast's roar
And the stars hid their fires
All the planets would yield
And I watched them all align
Brought our fetish alive
Ragged cross for the truth
Into fire I'll dive
Mending the blood to it's wounds