The Turin Cloud

I'll speak to you and
I 'll eat your tongue,
Cast aside thoughts
You have of me

Believe in you

If wisdom calls,
From hollow bone,
The prophet talks

When life meets death,
The guilty talk,
When shadows fall
On marble ground

Believe in you
I'll eat my tongue
I'll give you everything
My broken head

Believe in you
Believe in you

Lies are easy meat

Walls contain nothing
Profit is an ugly world
Reality..reality..

Immaculate conception is an ugly joke
And the angel Gabriel
The holy lamb of god
Rites..
Lies..
The name of the fearless
Easy meat
I believe in myself
I kill
I am a wheel
I am blind
I am your mother
I am control
I believe..
The power of this sign.