Wind of No Change

Day star
Over concrete plains
Come forth
And answer to your names

Hear
His constant whisper rages on
Like a wind of no change
And an arrow through the heart
Better let go of the loving
Embrace the knowing
Better savour the poison

Assemble a temple of steel
To stand on top of that building
The soaring tomb
With the scaffolding reaching ever higher
And lord Jesus
Or what's his name again
Did he watch us come out of the fire
Unchanged

Map out the harrowing scheme inside
To numb the soul
Calculate and magnify

Here comes the final strain
The rotten coda
For we are done waiting
Here comes our elder kin
Appearing where we lay in sin
And sing praise hail Satan

Hear
A broadcast dripping with his tongue
Address the palliative state
Transmittals through the dusk
So receive the authority
See the seven heads of majority
Untouched by rust

Here comes the final strain
The rotten coda
For we are done waiting
Here comes our elder kin
Appearing where we lay in sin
And sing praise hail Satan

I won't sever the ties
Or not for one single second
Disgrace your name
That came to me in my wildest dream
You're the flicker
On a dead screen
Present yet unseen

Here comes the final strain
The rotten coda
For we are done waiting
Here comes our elder kin
Appearing where we lay in sin
And sing praise hail Satan