Hut of the Turtle-Seer - Saturnine Silence

Behind a veil of silver scars There is a special, inverted star He's a greasy beast heaving in a field of sticky black mud I'm down here naked There's a hole in my chest Both my arms are broken Pointing east to west Your light pours into my mouth My light pours out of my mouth My light pours into your mouth Your light pours into my mouth Your light pours into my mouth My light pours out of my mouth My light pours into your mouth Your light pours into my mouth There's a jagged, deep crack in the crust of the earth Spreading from north to south Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Put your light in my mouth Ah, the mountains are crumbling Ah, the canyons are thundering All the people are fucking They're just a pile of writhing, selfish bliss I know I'll never die I scream up at the sky "You have arrived" Hey Bring the children home Hey Bring the children home Hey Bring the children home