I dream...
 and the laws of the world breathe cold, weakening to die
 And I watch...
 I watch the codes of life split in two as the open their arms for me and you

 And as they scream as faces of pain betrayed as tears by the rain
 And as they sing, they sing your name.
 And as they sing as tounges of lies of deceit and of pain

 It's our God the [bad word] 
 That twists within and is trying to win
 It's our God the [bad word] 
 It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin

 I live but the storm of my heart bleeds of life and of hunger
 And I'll die...
 And the doors of perception are naked for darkness to take

 And as they call as voices of wonder for secrets and [bad word] 
 And as they die so trashed and neglected... yet with a saint's sympathy

 It's our God the [bad word] 
 That twists within and is trying to win
 It's our God the [bad word] 
 It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin

 Yet we breathe... terror to some, heaven to others.
 What do angels dream, do angels sleep, do demons dream of darkness deep?

 It's our God the [bad word] 
 That twists within and is trying to win
 It's our God the [bad word] 
 It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin