Tekster: Passafist. Appliance Alliance.

You and I we understand
we're beholden to the same pusher
the one eye that watches all
the great and gruesome mother
seeing is believing
the face of many visions
the voice of many faces
the teller and the vision

Love child
Come unto me

Falling down before the altar
on a couple of throw pillows
there is a thirst in my thigh only you can kill
and this is my praise to you
oh piate of the masses
my drug
my religion
just shoot me up with strong reception

Love child
This is your world

Sunday I awoke in a crystal hall
baby, me, and god we had a ball
hypnotized into telling all
to an eye of an angel

In the dark of my room
the Cyclops of the mind of the millennia
comes through
the voice of the eye rakes my mind like nails on a blackboard
and turns into a goddess trying to sell me some sin
then it offers me bad news with a smile and a haircut
despite all this
I welcome it in

Love child
Come unto me
Love child

(Thanks to Jonathan for these lyrics)