Letra de Violent Psalms

Silhouettes, dreaded swamps, oil baths from the factory lake
I am dreaming of a painting from the spring of my mind
I have defined the lines and now I shake
Wretched palms, violent psalms, violet fades from the cheek of my babe
I shall cover you and swaddle you in Eden's last light
I shall hope for the end of dark, dark days
Betty's bones, Betty's vultures of love
Are circling upon her not yet forsaken face
It is darkness that hurts her, the dark lord is a hurter
Hurting even the waves that lap at the shore of the silver bay
Silhouettes, dance depressed, I am
The shadow of the neighbour that stares
Into the curtains of pain, the light frothing crazy behind his mane
Curdling and dancing to his master's off-brain
Paul is alive, Paul is alive! Open the fort!
It's on and on, and on and on
The Great Debaser