Born, never asked
Sun cuts through the fog
Radiates in requiem
Tending the graves
Six feet under with no mark
Except to rise and dance

(Da-down, da-down)
(Da-down, da-down)
(Da-down, da-down)
Weekend love, kissing down by the cemetery
They rise and they dance with supremacy
They scream at the traffic on the motorway
Folklore making way for what's necessary (Yeah)

And did you dress like you got some authority?
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

Pig-eyed kids vaping down by the nursery
Parents drown in helplessness and entropy
In the woods, a man from the mental institution
Making movies for independent distribution

A child is standing at the edge of the seventies
Bound to people who can do just as they please
Behind the curtains, simple folk left to their devices
Swear to secrecy, the consequence of their surprises

And did you dress like you got some authority?
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Born, never asked, so come with us
Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Born, never asked, so come with us

Winding the lare
Rusted gateways creak
Preserving in terminus
Level the earth
New gods growing from the soil
They last eternity