Lift the tombstone For the grave of the earth They dragged the ark To the shores of the wastelands Their painted moon And suspended sun In throes of doubt Hitchhiking on the causeway of time The ark followed the waves To the soils of perdition Led the kin To the fields of temptation Hedon is the temper Hedon to be the form While hunger for redeemer And deeds to come undone And the sin is stronger Than you first thought Even deeper Than you have sought And the sin is stronger Than you first thought Chapels and temples The church of the dying They soon begin to tremble The monument of sin Falters leaked Into a perpetual reactor To witness the death Of an indefinite conductor To wipe out the moon And cut the strings of the sun In throes of doubt Lost on the causeway of time And hedon is your temper Hedon to be your form Not the hunger for the saviour For deeds to go undone