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