Salve on the Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right In flames our prophet witches Be polite A room full of glasses He says "Your notches liberation doll" And he chains me with that serpent To that Ethiopian wall Anima rising Queen of Queens Wash my guilt of Eden Wash and balance me Anima rising Uprising in me tonight She's a vengeful little goddess With an ancient crown to fight Truth goes up in vapors The steeples lean Winds of change patriarchs Snug in your bible belt dreams God goes up the chimney Like childhood Santa Claus The good slaves love the good book A rebel loves a cause I'm leaving on the 1:15 You're darn right Since I was seventeen I've had no one over me He says "Anima rising- So what- Petrified wood process Tall timber down to rock!" Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right...