Storm the Gates - Enon

Play viola

Cheek mole charming

Castin out to sea

Disarming

Turnin up like

Judas harlem

Barrium fictitia

Pardon

They crawl around behind like

All the rats around the tunnel line

And live a little as to hide away

The world has changed and so has mine

It never was so strange

Below the street

So paralyzed

Forever and a day

Then storm the gates

To justify

The feathers on the

Weight

Pullin string from far behind them

Tightly held with fingers swollen

Carcinoma secret garden

In a tomb, fictitia pardon

They crawl around behind like

All the rats around the tunnel line

And live a little as to hide away

The world has changed and so has mine

It never was so strange

Below the street

So paralyzed

Forever and a day

Then storm the gates

To justify

The feathers on the

Weight