Come gather round, my accomplices We'll make no sound, no false promises
If time is ours to waste, then holds the cards begat by haste With your ghost sat by our side We turn to move but it's too late Heart to heart and face to face And your cross held up so high
Eat through old ignorant wars Drink through all contracts drawn Dream all the rivers dry
Celestial, this range of voices Too many years nailed to your choices
I waited in that so long, I lingered in that so long
