[bad word] out to play, 
There's so many mistakes to be made. 
Blood trail leads to their door, 
As mirrors cast no reflection on the mucous stained floor. 
Lives to shatter, hearts to bleed, 
As dreamers walk blindly. 
Unto man, woman is born but woman cannot conceive. 
And after the dance the heat begins to fall 
The blind man can see, as another takes the call 
And after the dance all gone 
But the flesh nowhere left to hide, 
In the nonsense they have left. 
As the sky opened up and the rain fell 
Towards this planet we call earth, 
The prophet cannot tell lies for 
He has seen 
And we shall see but they'll forget before we die.