Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling light and velvet hour
We of the arabic pleasure's breed
We of the sundome and the night

Give us greed to beleive
A night of Lust
Give us trust in the Night

Give of color, hundred huies
A rich mandala for me and you

And your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and a bed

Troubled decree, resident mockery has claimed thee

We used to believe in hte good old days
We still recieve in little ways the things of Kindness
And unsporting brow forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book?
Did you know madmen are running our prison
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white protestant?
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reacing for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us