[00:00.23]Caught when I was still a child
[00:04.14]By a terrible vision of my Christ
[00:07.98]And caught in the throat by your signs and tears and goodbyes
[00:16.55]
[00:17.31]I picked me up
[00:19.31]And walked too far
[00:22.59]With thought of no return
[00:25.70]And not to see your face again and drowning all my hopes
[00:35.44]And wishing no longer upon stars or moonlight
[00:42.74]
[00:44.87]Believing on other dreams or other fields
[00:48.27]Upon all of which we all play
[00:55.24]I saw a waste of all
[00:58.20]And so I put away
[01:02.99]All talk of death's heads
[01:05.76]
[01:10.89]And a little glimpse is a bloodblossomed force
[01:14.41]And all talk of apocalypse
[01:18.68]Apocraphon and Apollyon
[01:21.70]Abaddon
[01:23.85]All abandoned
[01:26.18]
[01:51.40]Then I saw in myself the bowl and a gun
[01:55.79]And the glory that was to come