Testo di The Swing

Destined to swing To see all To judge nothing Above the peaks of your world Beatific sight I defecate in the well of life From the swing of the Gods Daughters of men At theirs homeyards Astray and thirsty You used to be Tidy and well-dressed Now you don't have even a hat, To take off when confronted With Nephilim You're not able To entertain Our papa below If you're listening To the droning of flies When the carrion talks