My cataractic eye stares into the Sun
In some melancholy garden, the rain has begun
Perfume fading, mystical shading
Dionysus' ritual of madness and love
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon Moon would sleep
The trees are haunted by ghosts forgotten
Tangle the wires that spring life to horror
Rag wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because their name has become a number
March lock-step in order
Guarding meaning borders
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings
The six week taste of month old wedding cake
The pristine visage of the frozen lake
The tears of mothers
Of lost aviators
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
