Wooden Wand - Blessed Damnation Lyrics

The diligent leaders have been trumped by the killers and eccentrics
The poison has fallen on your door in a soft velvet bow
And you have slept acres away from the toil and disquiet
You left onto me, you left onto me

The residue of collegiate superstition will not be removed
So you take your old gristle-caked notions for a walk in a dream
And the hand of glory melts into a two fingered salute
What does it intended to mean? Rest in peace, or sleep’s victory?

It’s gonna be a nightmare…

I’m feeling like a new thing what which rattles with death
Like an effigy Iscariot dragged through the streets of Brazil
Cuz chief among the charges is high treason to the high crown of the cadavers
As I hope unreasonably it don’t happen to me

It’s gonna be nightmare…