My cataractic eye stares into the sun
In some melancholy garden, the rain has begun
Perfume fading, mystical shading
Dionysus' ritual of madness and love

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep
The trees are haunted by ghosts forgotten

Tangle the wires that spring life to horror
Rag-wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because their name has become a number

March lock-step in order
Guarding meaning borders

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings
The six-week taste of month-old wedding cake
The pristine visage of the frozen lake
The tears of mothers
Of lost aviators

Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings