Give no lead, monster, It's a leash that draws me to you, Not drives me onward. Furtive, so be honest, What brought summer to autumn? You have no real problems, Dollars, and little conscience. So, be honest, give no heed, What is it, that changed your august, To a bitter, doubting Thomas? What is it that makes the sun set?
Love, and then opera, Justification, self-pardon, I understand your problems, Respect my decision, Artha, and Dharma. What was the end product? Neither husband nor father, Can you blame the audience? 'Someone push me harder, On the swing that I have built.' Respect my decision, I wished I had died a martyr, Rather than see all of it. I understand your problems, Love, and then Scarborough. Songbird, sharpened bones, Opera, wooden home. Love, screaming nonsense, I understand your problems, Respect my decision.
First of being, just first reciever, From the cathedral, screaming, Puppet Jesus upon the strings, Love only for freedom, not people, He cares not what they need. First of being, crawling from the sea, Into the cathedral, screaming, Puppet Jesus upon the strings! Love for only freedom, He cares not what they need!