Take a second out, cos I don’t need you only
It is opiate; the senseless feel
Lining innocence down amidst a sorrow – fever; etiquette to what the senses shield!
And it seems so old, yet it seems like, still
It’s A Call To Alms, yet it’s all we have now…
Put the fire down, look into the body
A soul so beautiful just strewn around
Like an edifice blackening us wholly
There is new belonging wanting to be found!
And it seems so cold, yet it cuts like steel
It’s A Call To Alms, and it’s all we have now…