There's a snake coming out of the darknessParade from paradiseEnd the need for EdenChase the dreams of merchandiseThere is tic-toc in atomicLeaders make a dealThe cosmic is largely comicA con they couldn't concealThere is no safe seat at the feastTake your best stab at the beastThe night is turning thinThe saint is turning to sinRaise the art to resistanceDanger dare to be grandPride reduced to humble pieDiamonds down to sandTake heart from earth and weatherThe brightness of new birthTake heart from the harvestShave the harvest from the earthThere is no safe seat at the feastTake your best stab at the beastThe night is turning thinThe saint is turning to sinReasoning is partly insaneImage just an eyeless gameThe night is turning thinThe saint is turning to sinMiracles will have their claimersMore will bow to RomeHe and she are in the houseBut there's only me at homeRose is a rose of splendorPosed to respond in the endLonely things like nights, I findEnd finer with a friendI hear in the rate of her heartA tear in the heat of the artThe night is turning thinThe saint is turning to sinThere is no safe seat at the feastTake your best stab at the beastThe night turns thinThe saint turns to sin