[Sources:
Https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WQ2Min875E
Https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxKrS_ai_Rs]


[First head]

They never speak
They never see
They're stones to the world but live in the what's-to-be

They never speak
They never hear
They horde to the void but face it without a fear

They dance in line, and define a pantomime
Cadaverous, with a knife, through with us
The cradled life, come unstuck, comе and touch
Now's good

They never sleep
Thеy never leave
The mystery of painting opens beneath—
Mystery of painting opens beneath—
Mystery of painting opens beneath; you're free

[Chorus 1]

In the earthly winter dusk of time
The broken city, dark, funnels and tunnels and streams, over the God-knows of life
Gusting up streets and towers and emptied-out alley ways
Seeping through city bays

The people mate
The people unmate
The generations lighting up our rooms, our shape
The people fated, fade
Two behind you and the four behind them together
Even for those who sleep against the doorways of the harrowing highways
Even then [?][I'd-lie-do-sky-way?]

Home sleeping [dreaming] on
Writing a river
Reverie stream
A gleam, extreme
After the life dream

Sixty-four
Hundred twenty-eight
Two hundred fifty-six
Five hundred twelve
One thousand twenty-four
The lives of those whose times have come before us lie in wait at the door
More than the stars you count, the people pushing up under the floors
And washing up on memory's shores
Holding up your histories

[Chorus 2]

Core:
• Rapes
• Loves
• Slaves
• Lords
• Saints
• And whores
Massive wars
Coupled with the joys and pains on the breathless dance floor
Somewhere in your past a starving mother cried for mercy from an overlord
Somewhere one killed another

Somewhere in your past, we're in a rush to save a feeling just by praying to another one who more than—
Who more— lived all alone
But for one lovely tone
One lucky son sang music, “You're enough to drive the sun
Long enough to bend the light when day was done“

Somewhere, an outcast
Somewhere, one king took a dozen lovers at a single daybreak

All indication of the past
Past, everything we're breathing, all our lives we'll soon be leaving through the undergrowth foundation
Back to the single face in the deepest pool
The rule
It grows
It waits
Like jewels ground up in the glittering sidewalks

[Instrumental]

[Solo]

[Instrumental]


[Last head (cut)]

They dance in line, and define a pantomime
Cadaverous, with a knife, through with us
The fated life, come unstuck, come and touch
Now's good

They never speak
They never hear
They never feel
They never breathe
The mystery of painting opens beneath their feet