Lakhey

On the line

On my conscience burning bright

Touch the surface

Gather round

Save a seat

There's a hole inside

There's a show to find

Grab yourself another seven drinks, my love

There's danger in the sermon, don't you think, my love

Living just to wait for a dancer that will last

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we're told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

By the sound

By the window

Over ground

There's the answer

Gather round

Save a seat

There's a hole inside

There's a show to find

Appease me with your warm and mild fangs, my love

The villages are terrified and wild, my love

Swirling through the either, the dancer in the mask

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we're told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we're told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we're told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we're told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight