Washed into a sentimental group 
Loneliness ??? (0:06) 
Battle-clad Byzantium command 
And these dark cards look nothing like my hand 
Lightning strikes a second time 
Songbird knows just when to die 
Emperor cries immortal from the grime 
Sun is in the hole in the sky 
Emptiness builds up with perfumed pride 
There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight 
Harmony is lost and then it's wet 
Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed 
Memories of serpents in the drain 
Melting like ice cream in the rain 
As my self grows closer to the grave