An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet, and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?
We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
And our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters?
By placid admirals, and that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV?

The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
It's in next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying

Oh great, Creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
And then, perfect our lives
The moths and atheists are doubly divine, and dying

We live, we die, and death not ends it

Journey, we're more into the nightmare
Cling to life our passioned flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap

Columbus is groin, got filled with green death
I touched her thigh, and death smiled

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest to dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament

When the true king's murderers are allowed to roam free
Thousand magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we are promised?
Where is the wine?
The new wine dying on the vine