Текст песни St. Cocaine

For we will surely die and are like water spilled on the ground Which cannot be gathered up again Yet the Lord does not take away life But plans a way so that the banished will not be cast out from him [II Samuel 14:14] My salvation was so near But it does not assuage my paralyzing fear That trench was to be my astral womb For God knows it was nearly my tomb I prayed, I prayed Bury me at Ypres With a coffin made of mud In full battle array I pray, I pray To Saint Cocaine I wait, I wait For virgin white embrace I am brought back from the dead To live again amongst the well fed Bid to forget the hell The Hell that I learned to love so well Death's wail Haunting Paschiondale With an elixir mostly of blood This magic shall not fail I pray, I pray, and I pray To Saint Leda Cocaine I wait, I wait, and I wait For her swanlike embrace A long march toward a certain death What doesn't kill me only feeds my paranoia