Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.