Serpent In The Circuitry / Digital Blues

Black leather dripping in the desert heat I hear the clicking of a thousand feet The moon is heavy, a leaden weight Crushing the hinges of the garden gate I’ve got a ritual wired to the bone A digital king on a sandstone throne. Burn the incense, kill the light The silicon soul is taking flight (Whispered: Nothing can stop me now...) Oh, She-Wolf! Feed the static to the flame Black Sun! I’ve forgotten my own name It’s a psychedelic seizure, a gothic hex The oil is thick upon the crucifix Yeah, we’re grinding down the gears of time In the velvet shadow of the sublime. The "Lost Boys" are screaming in the neon glow Down where the stagnant waters flow Your kiss tastes like copper and gasoline The prettiest ghost I’ve ever seen I’ll wrap your heart in a copper wire And throw the circuit in the holy fire. As above, so below. The signal is weak, the shadows grow. The snake is biting its own tail... The ghost is trapped in the third rail. Hate it. Need it. Bleed it. Be it. ​ Mother... Tell your children... The machine is waking up. (Repeated until fade out) Black velvet... industrial... soul.