Live somewhere in between
Of what I've meant to be
Pick the bones clean of angelicanteen meat
Carnivaluate the short and tallerate the weak
Stuck 6 feet sheep
You're older than you look
Cracked eyes black as soot

Ariel, Ariel, Ariella
Isadore is a door
Isador
Able to close the sky and holes
In your eyes
When you rise
When you feel the velvet skies
You rise

Manifestering stations ailing incarnations
A test of the broadcast
Emergency at last

Ariel, Ariel, Ariella
Isadore is a door
Isador
Able to close the sky and holes
In your eyes
When you rise
When you feel the velvet skies
You rise

Till you rise I fill your skies
Till you rise I field your skies