How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?

 How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fused?

 The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth
 The dust I kick of animus shatters

 Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow
 and in your suppression tastes sulfur

 Hear the children say
 (Inexpressible innocence)

 How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?

 How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fused?

 As suddenly your avalanche
 reverses my polarity

 And [bad word] Sunday morning
 standing at the pulpit to an empty room

 Hear the children say
 (Inexpressible innocence)

 Tear of mended sails

 How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the mountains of avarice turn blue

 How long must I wait
 How long must I wait
 Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fused?

 The drowning water you drink, passed on by birth
 I’m no longer willing to give you control