Salve on the Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow

Darn right

In flames our prophet witches

Be polite

A room full of glasses

He says "your notches liberation doll"

And he chains me with that serpent

To that Ethiopian wall

Anima rising

Queen of Queens

Wash my guilt of Eden

Wash and balance me

Anima rising

Uprising in me tonight

She's a vengeful little goddess

With an ancient crown to fight

Truth goes up in vapors

The steeples lean

Winds of change patriarchs

Snug in your bible belt dreams

God goes up the chimney

Like childhood Santa Claus

The good slaves love the good book

A rebel loves a cause

I'm leaving on the 1:15

You're darn right

Since I was seventeen

I've had no one over me

He says "Anima rising

So what

Petrified wood process

Tall timber down to rock!"

Don't interrupt the sorrow

Darn right