Lakhey

On the line, on my conscience
Burning bright, touch the surface
Gather round, save a seat
There’s a hole inside, there’s a show to find
Grab yourself another seven drinks, my love
There’s danger in the sermon, don’t you think, my love?
Living just to wait for a dancer that will last
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we’re told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight
By the sound, by the window
Over ground, there’s the answer
Gather round, save a seat
There’s a hole inside, there’s a show to find
Appease me with your warm and mild fangs, my love
The villagers are terrified and wild, my love
Swirling through the ether, the dancer in the mask
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we’re told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we’re told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
The mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we’re told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
The mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we’re told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight