The phoenix back to ash at last
The geminus again collapsed
An echo of the distant past
Is spinning on it's head

And oils from the new machine
Are slaughtered ‘neath the filigree
And secrets that we dare not see
That wet their holy bread

New milk
For hollow bones
The still unfilled
Apollo's throne
Cast the same old seeds they've sewn
In muddy emptied seas
New milk to feed the plain
Preservatives and aspartame
Victuals to stun and maim
The people that are free
Like me
There's rain around the corner
And there's wolves high on the hill
And what is pushed to heal you
Is the same that's sold to kill

There is no holy mountain
There is no grand consent
The crows are growing fearless
As they sing a mad lament

New milk
For hollow bones
The still unfilled
Apollo's throne
Cast the same old seeds they've sewn
In muddy emptied seas
New milk to feed the plain
Preservatives and aspartame
Victuals to stun and maim
The people that are free
Like me