Exotica Sequence Songtext
von Scholomance

Goodbye, William Beale
Life in a million together
You and I have always been the obscene
We′ve got balls to boast
A shit of money to get
We are reaching our life's jewelry phase
Take me to the happy place
The greatest thing of pagans
Those who are fools
Those who will drink
The sacred blood of its wounds
A blind dog′s rebel
But the past is figuring out
With a single claw
Would present his white paws again
Can we wake and cry in fantasies?
We can cry alone, you and I
In the night, here
With what I keep burning at first despair
I hear you screaming


I hear all those screams
In the night
Deep in my head
The screams must stop
They must go to sleep
Why is the ocean just unsighed?
The winter of politics and primates
I know, maybe, maybe, if this is our creator
We better hunt him and shout his name
For the time has been reached on
What's the succulent battle?
Of imagination
In their ways we find
The salivation of time
And still we will sleep
On the edge of a riverbed
This is joy in the matter of illusions
A new road across
Is the sun's last secret
This dying day
Floats on green autumn winds
So different, like a lump
In this summer′s winter skies
And may they rip out the cord
And discover
And enjoy God′s own death