La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la (x8)
What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
Black hundreds, black thousands
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la (x4)
What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
And Black hundreds, black thousands
Rivers that run, run rippled with red
Ravaged and raped with our roaring, roaring, roaring, La
La la la la
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la
What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
For only the strong survive, all of the weak are trampled under
Only the strong survive, all of the weak are trampled under
Under....
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la (x2)
This is only here in this place
With this parting hairs of flesh
Of flaking and falling, a crying and calling
Foreign words and crawling rivers.
Shingled beach, moments ebbing
Monks arrayed, broken watches
Launch guitar (?)
Mama in my room
You left me burning, burning, burning
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la (x2)
Animals melting, servants screaming
Crouched in corners, coughing, crying
Ranting, scolding, masks on walls
Chanting and scalding, baby dying and life force ebbing
La la la
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la (x2)
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What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
Leaden tower of wisteria, bloody vase of rape
He calls the living, he calls the dead, He breaks the thunder
And then it seemed as if the whole world was burning
For only the strong survive and all of the weak are trampled under
La la la
La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la
What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
And Black hundreds, black thousands
Rivers that run, run rippled with red
Ravaged and raped with our roar, roar, roaring
What screaming joy in the locust years
With the turning and the burning, the purity of pain
The screaming and the dreaming, the rapture and ascension,
The mystery of the rosary, [??] secret of Fatima
And with Heaven split all open, for his comrades in solitude
A whistle, I shall come to you
In this great work, He always answers
The voice of the silence, the voice of the master,
I shall lock all my doors, and shutter the shutters,
Burn out the lights, and turn on the gas
La la la la, La la la la la la (x2)
Only the strong survive, all the weak are trampled under
Only the strong survive, all of the weak are trampled under
And under and over and over and over again
What screaming joy in the locust summers!
What screaming pain in the locust years!
The turning and the burning, the burning and the turning
in the locust years
La la la la,
La la la la la la la, La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, La la la la la la la
Lick my life away, Lick my life away
La la la la, La la la la la la la
What joy we had in the locust summers!
What fires we lit in the locust years!
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