Enchanté

When I was a little lass The angels leapt from panes of glass So unafraid, unafraid And the arches knelt to pray While the gargoyles kept away Any demon that would scheme to steal My childlike faith We huddled up, we held on tight For grounded men were jealous of The angel's flight, angel's flight They were butterflies to them So they brought their boards to pin The wings and bodies of our gods For studying We couldn't fight them in the end Once we saw the heavens through Their modern lens, modern lens Oh how can we atone For the secrets we were shown Like a basilisk they fixed our spirits Hard as stone Alas the muses through their glasses Drift away as only madness Drowning in the din Of our animal skins Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté Every myth to crack its lips Has nothing more to say It's okay, it's okay, it's okay If we can't raise the dead We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise We're gonna raise hell instead From chagrin I've been released Paint me in a portrait sans The fig leaves, fig leaves And I will not be concerned Or ignore the things I yearn My hunger is the rule I cannot overturn Alas the virtues through their glasses Hid themselves from our madness All we have within Is our animal skins Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté Greet your beast and let 'em streak Into the fray It's okay, it's okay, it's okay If we can't raise the dead We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise We're gonna raise hell instead I miss the days when stars were saintly They sang to me in ways innately Before we enslaved the symphony To playing anthems for selling things I used to wonder, wander farther Into awe, but those days were squandered My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows So I find my spirit in the bottle But, oh! That bottle Oh that bottle, oh that bottle Oh that bottle! Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté Name the powers "meteors" And let us go insane It's okay, it's okay, it's okay If we can't raise the dead We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise We're gonna raise hell instead (Woah) Greet your beast and let 'em streak Into the fray (Oh) If we can't raise the dead We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise We're gonna raise hell instead