Join Hands lyrics

The word you learn to love The disapproval that you hate that's Mother from Mother

They teach you to respect... Makes you always want to please Mother Mother

Hanging...
Hanging from your daisy chains
Swinging in the trees
Running from your enemies
And falling on your knees
On your knees
Get down on your knees

Throw the dice
You three blind mice
Did you ever see
Such a thing in your life
You swallow the trail
But still arrive
Inside your entrails

Hanging...
Hanging out at party games
Dancing in the shadows
Up and down on the see-saw

This catacomb compels me
Corroding and inert
It weighs and tries to pull me
Must I resist or re-assert?

The unchanged and the unchangeable
Doing the zombierama
Singing Oh come and be like me
We're all sisters and brothers

Ejected to this state of being
Don't bury me with this
I'm in a state of catalepsy
Can I really exist?

Clawing from the inside
Drowning in your chant

My eyes went up to Heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind
Without them

Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires

Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
You always said I'd be blind
Without them

Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires

Those words hang like vicious spittle
Dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat

You dip your hands into my flesh
And say you won't reveal a scar
I must have faith in this procedure
It's a miracle - It's a wonder

A thousand hidden needles
In a thousand covered nerves
Stick pins in my receptacles
Look to your Voodoo doll - your mojo

Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications

Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screen

They look away
And then they say
"For the good of the land,
For the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
On the throne of the regal zone

Old limbs hang in the torture room

In Flanders fieldsThe poppies growBetween the crossesRow on rowThat mark our placeWe are the dead...