Reverend King Testo

The viscera, application of death in your armsYour own time, your wedges of strength lie with you
The skull of it what it is that you need
The reverend king said
All the lights are gone (all the lights are gone)
All the lights are gone and the turns, the turns that turn us into space
Seeing is, seeing is believing (believing is seeing)
The reverend king said
Dead
Question me for the life of my subjects
But you had a craved miracle