Live somewhere in between Of what I've meant to be Pick the bones clean of angelicanteen meat Carnivaluate the short and tallerate the weak Stuck 6 feet sheep You're older than you look Cracked eyes black as soot
Ariel, Ariel, Ariella Isadore is a door Isador Able to close the sky and holes In your eyes When you rise When you feel the velvet skies You rise
Manifestering stations ailing incarnations A test of the broadcast Emergency at last
Ariel, Ariel, Ariella Isadore is a door Isador Able to close the sky and holes In your eyes When you rise When you feel the velvet skies You rise
Till you rise I fill your skies Till you rise I field your skies
