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  • Remember how it all began
    the apple and the fall of man
    the price we pay
    so the people say
    Down the path of shame it led us
    dare to bite the hand that fed us
    fairy tale the moral end
    wheel of fortune never turns again
    Never turns again
    The worst of it is come and gone in the chaos of millennium
    in the falling out of the doomsday crowd
    their last retreat is moving slow
    they burn their bridges as they go
    the heretic is beautified
    he'll teach the harlot's child to smile
    Wracked again by indecision
    should we make that small incision
    testify to the bleeding heart inside?
    we cut, we scratched
    we ran, we slashed
    and when he opened up at last
    found a cul-de-sac
    deep and black
    of smoke and ash
    The wicked king of parody
    is kissing all his enemies
    on the seventh day
    of the seventh week
    the tyrant's voice is softer now
    but just for one forgiving hour
    before the rise of his
    iron fist again
    fist again
    I've come tonight
    I've come to know
    the way we are
    the way we'll go
    come to measure this
    the width of the wide abyss
    I come to you in restless sleep
    where all your dreams turn bittersweet
    with voodoo doll philosophies
    and day-glow holy trinities
    the crooked raft that leaves the shore
    ferries drunken souls aboard
    pilgrims march to Compostela
    visions of their saint in yellow
    all follow deep in trance
    lost in a catatonic dance
    know no future
    damn the past
    blind, warm, ecstatic
    safe at last...
  • Remember how it all began
    the apple and the fall of man
    the price we pay
    so the people say
    Down the path of shame it led us
    dare to bite the hand that fed us
    fairy tale the moral end
    wheel of fortune never turns again
    Never turns again
    The worst of it is come and gone in the chaos of millennium
    in the falling out of the doomsday crowd
    their last retreat is moving slow
    they burn their bridges as they go
    the heretic is beautified
    he'll teach the harlot's child to smile
    Wracked again by indecision
    should we make that small incision
    testify to the bleeding heart inside?
    we cut, we scratched
    we ran, we slashed
    and when he opened up at last
    found a cul-de-sac
    deep and black
    of smoke and ash
    The wicked king of parody
    is kissing all his enemies
    on the seventh day
    of the seventh week
    the tyrant's voice is softer now
    but just for one forgiving hour
    before the rise of his
    iron fist again
    fist again
    I've come tonight
    I've come to know
    the way we are
    the way we'll go
    come to measure this
    the width of the wide abyss
    I come to you in restless sleep
    where all your dreams turn bittersweet
    with voodoo doll philosophies
    and day-glow holy trinities
    the crooked raft that leaves the shore
    ferries drunken souls aboard
    pilgrims march to Compostela
    visions of their saint in yellow
    all follow deep in trance
    lost in a catatonic dance
    know no future
    damn the past
    blind, warm, ecstatic
    safe at last...