Your Wife

The old mortal testament Brutal experiment Hold me in carbonite And just make me your wife The truth is in front of you The road runs right through The People can testify So just make me your wife And give me oblivion Reduce me to bear Children of apathy Child of God, child of mine Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away Sleep in the shade of the baobab tree Sup on the juices of the milk of the leaves When you return again You won't recognize The thing that's in front of you And you won't seem surprised This cold mortal ligament This gold coral ring A floral arrangement And your future as king Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away Ready to be taken away