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