Porcelain windows sit above center of plants
Swing an axe in the abyss of sunlight
Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension
Of leather heels and cigarettes

White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel
Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains
Where goats run free
And bats hang upside down on the chandeliers
Chandeliers

Alright, sorry, let me do it again
Black Finnish roses, circling white roses
Forming across in this untamed ravishing yard
Not any cross, but the cross of hate
A cross of shattered dreams and innocent tomorrows

Never came
Black Finnish liquor
Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines
In his hall with the fascists of Europe

The night was becoming morning
And the smell of wet grass
And burnt cigarettes pick up on them
As they march out for the yearly hunt

Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings

It's a lonely desire
You saw my fire
Treble rests in the spider
I don't wanna fall
No, no, no
I don't wanna fall
No, no