(::written by C. Cornell, M. Cameron, K. Thayil::)
Lying like needles
On forest earth
Euphoric rush
Trees bend to pray for us
I'm sputtering
Like cold machines
Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual
You can drive my tail
To watch the circus
A (--birth?--) ritual
A birth of idiots
Now I woke up blessed
And good strives for heart ache
Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual
(::chorus::)
As you start the song
And face this garden
I light a cigarette before the execution
Now you see your crime
For every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual
I took the drug
To make me stay
And now everything
Dies in shyness
The snake retreats
Admits defeat
And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual
(--::chorus::--)
Shining light
Child's highs
Mark his sides
Bright until the newness wears off
(--::chorus::--)
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