Porcelain windows sit above center of plants
Swing an axe in the abyss of sunlight
Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension
Of leather heels and cigarettes
White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel
Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains
Where goats run free
And bats hang upside down on the chandeliers
Chandeliers
Alright, sorry, let me do it again
Black Finnish roses, circling white roses
Forming across in this untamed ravishing yard
Not any cross, but the cross of hate
A cross of shattered dreams and innocent tomorrows
Never came
Black Finnish liquor
Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines
In his hall with the fascists of Europe
The night was becoming morning
And the smell of wet grass
And burnt cigarettes pick up on them
As they march out for the yearly hunt
Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings
It's a lonely desire
You saw my fire
Treble rests in the spider
I don't wanna fall
No, no, no
I don't wanna fall
No, no
