Cult of the Lamp

Messiah of the moths
The serpent of the stance
Watching from across
Pointing through religious chants
Maybe what you want
Is just too much of me to ask
But here out in this darkness
One could really use a lamp
Cus we pray at the lamp post
Oh, we pray at the lamp post
Father of the lost
The merchant of the path
Wanting for the flock
To sing the hymns to which we dance
Holding up his arms
Inciting blindness on his past
The children of the province
Call upon the promised lamp
Cus we pray at the lamp post
Oh, we pray at the lamp post
But where the fuck did it go
Leave the guardian to his foes
Forever may he roam
The king of Toronto
Cus we pray at the lamp post