Procession

Sheltered darkness without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
And black on black, procession ends
There's no more time, time
Time to make amends

Always the beginning holds the keys to the end
However hidden they might be
The keys to misery and depression that always lead
To death
Yet new beginnings

Death of man, woman, child
The marked beasts born to die lead all,
They follow down
God, hold on to something
My hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer such a disgrace?

Brush the weathered, fetish costume
Dressed in red
Rampart of bones, loosely constructed
The absence of heads

Sheltered darkness without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
Black on black, procession ends
No more time, time
Time to make amends

I have seen the possessed,
Touched by grace
No love lost
I seek no pleasure, no gain

Death of man, woman, child
The marked beasts born to die lead all,
They follow down
God, hold on to something
My hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer, suffer such disgrace?

Death of man, woman, child
The marked beasts born to die lead all,
They follow down

Procession ends
No more time, time
Time to make amends

Procession ends
No more time, time
Time to make amends

Procession ends
No more time, time
Time to make amends

                                                                                                                                 Music: Eva O