Don't Interrupt The Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow
You're darn right
In flames our prophet witches
Be polite
A room full of glasses
He says: Your notches, liberation doll
And he chains with that serpente
To that ethiopian wall

Anima rising
Queen of Queens
Wash my guilt of eden
Wash and balance me
Oh anima rising
Uprising in you tonight
A vengeful little goddess
With an ancient crown to fight

Truth goes up in vapors
The steeples lean
Winds of change patriarchs
Snug in your Bible Belt dreams
God goes up the chimney
Like childhood santa claus
The good slaves love the good book
A rebel loves a cause

I'm leaving on the 1:15
You're darn right
Since I was seventeen
I've had no one over me
I say: Anima rising
But, so what?
Petrified wood process
Tall timber down to rock

Don't interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
We walked on the moon
Just looking for light
Don't you see the sorrow?
Oh death and birth and death and birth
Bring that bottle kindly
And I'll pad your purse
I've got a head full of quandary
And a mighty, mighty thirst

Seventeen glasses
Rhine wine
Milk of the madonna clandestine
Don't let up the sorrow
Oh lies, lies and cheats
You need a heart like Mary's
Should your man gets weak