Ancestor Cult

Let's take an ambulance ride

To the place where amnesia fills our eyes

Stuck in that summer sister

The blood was like a river flowing

The earring dangles from the point of entry

To the wicked root of this the solid gravity

And I am connected to the people ahead of me

By a tangled stream of blood and entropy

And I am a child of the twentieth century

And I recall that the others ahead of me

Filled their eyes, they filled their eyes

Suck in that stomach sister

The fruit within your loins expanding

A strange locked code overflows

Our occidental ancestral home

The limb, popped from it's socket

Genetic weakness from the eighteenth century

The limb, popped from it's socket

Genetic who knows what from god knows when