Lakhey

On the line,

On my conscience,

Burning bright,

Touch the surface,

Gather round

Save a seat,

There's a hole inside,

There's a show to find,

Grab yourself another seven drinks my love,

There's danger in the sermon don't you think my love,

Living just to wait for a dancer that will last

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice,

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light,

So young until we're told that they gave us life,

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight,

By the sound

By the window

Over ground

There's the answer

Gather round

Save a seat,

There's a hole inside,

There's a show to find,

Appease me with your warm and mild fangs my love,

the villagers are terrified and wild my love,

swirling through the ether the dancer in the mask,

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice,

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light,

So young until we're told that they gave us life,

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight,

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice,

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light,

So young until we're told that they gave us life,

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight,

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice,

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light,

So young until we're told that they gave us life,

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight,

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice,

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light,

So young until we're told that they gave us life,

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight.