the little palaces And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present. And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent. And they're moving problem families from the
the little palaces And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present. And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent. And they're moving problem families from the
the little palaces And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present. And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent. And they're moving problem families from the
ascension. Towards the day we revolt As the seeds you've cast away take hold. War will be born. Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun. We'll dance as the palaces burn A shot gun blast into the face of
