The Twist Lyrics

I see these creatures in tired action

I hold the blade with the midnight arm
My brother dreams in real violence

My brother, dreaming through the red

In ritual positions, I kneel before his love

Far away from the world
I follow all these signs and wonders

I walk on by the suicide doors

Under the stars in animism

I'll hold the mirror for the ghost
In ritual positions, I kneel before his love

Sometimes in benediction, a mouth to sing the flood

Far away from the world