Hole

Fever now, start the cure
Near and far, all is lost

Angel with empty eye-sockets
The refined shall be your witness
From all the sounds that swing the universe
No one‘s ever gotten near you until now

Gods and mortals
Animal
It’s time to face the truth
There is no hope
Give away yourself into the hole

Church and temple
Synagogue
It’s time to speak the truth
There is no hope
Just wait and see right through

Seven kings – on the seven tops of the world
Throwing crowns into the void

Four wounded angels – in the four corners of the world
Holding daunting winds and let loose

Now it’s time to bend me down on my knees