Watch, the taxedermy man conspire
To pull, pull the poker from the fire
And see, see the sanguine connesuire
When he says "guess", "am I the k**er or the cure?"
Because this time, is no time to make amends
When we shine, the needle never ends
From a vial of poison thread and rumours
Hippocrites is dead, and now
All the hedonists agree. They agree in love.
It's the love of alchemy.
Because this time, is no time to make amends
When we shine, the needle never ends