Passenger Aleph In Name 歌词

	Beyond I am
	Bails out the stars
	Starting the sound of
	First the air goes
	And then the heart
	So was that Omega point?
	Just butterfly to the sun
	Points fingers as the graves awake
	"The Moon is dead!
	Long live to the Moon"
	And Ms. Tricky hides
	Beside your lying eyes
	The hotel snuffed in snow
	In the wrappers
	The rubble was sugarsweet
	Smelled of paper eyes
	And the lovely
	smoke
	Of the forests
	burning
	in the
	storms
	BaalStorm
	And in the house of mercy
	On the airline screen pops up in prophecy
	"Passenger Aleph in Name"
	So I caught in the worlds
	Of the starmakers
	And the fakers of grief
	And there was no sadness
	In the tractors broken
	Over ghost fields
	On the wall of grace—buffeted by the
	BaalStorm
	Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase
	And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
	At frost or fear
	She was Queen Apollo
	She was Queen of Gates
	"Well, the Lamb's Blood's washed me clean"
	Called me to sing Omega

	Beyond I am
	Bails out the stars
	Starting the sound of
	First the air goes
	And then the heart
	So was that Omega point?
	Just butterfly to the sun
	Points fingers as the graves awake
	" The Moon is dead!
	Long live to the Moon"
	And Ms. Tricky hides
	Beside your lying eyes
	The hotel snuffed in snow
	In the wrappers
	The rubble was sugarsweet
	Smelled of paper eyes
	And the lovely
	smoke
	Of the forests
	burning
	in the
	storms
	BaalStorm
	And in the house of mercy
	On the airline screen pops up in prophecy
	" Passenger Aleph in Name"
	So I caught in the worlds
	Of the starmakers
	And the fakers of grief
	And there was no sadness
	In the tractors broken
	Over ghost fields
	On the wall of grace buffeted by the
	BaalStorm
	Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase
	And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
	At frost or fear
	She was Queen Apollo
	She was Queen of Gates
	" Well, the Lamb' s Blood' s washed me clean"
	Called me to sing Omega

	Beyond I am
	Bails out the stars
	Starting the sound of
	First the air goes
	And then the heart
	So was that Omega point?
	Just butterfly to the sun
	Points fingers as the graves awake
	" The Moon is dead!
	Long live to the Moon"
	And Ms. Tricky hides
	Beside your lying eyes
	The hotel snuffed in snow
	In the wrappers
	The rubble was sugarsweet
	Smelled of paper eyes
	And the lovely
	smoke
	Of the forests
	burning
	in the
	storms
	BaalStorm
	And in the house of mercy
	On the airline screen pops up in prophecy
	" Passenger Aleph in Name"
	So I caught in the worlds
	Of the starmakers
	And the fakers of grief
	And there was no sadness
	In the tractors broken
	Over ghost fields
	On the wall of grace buffeted by the
	BaalStorm
	Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase
	And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood
	At frost or fear
	She was Queen Apollo
	She was Queen of Gates
	" Well, the Lamb' s Blood' s washed me clean"
	Called me to sing Omega

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