Kippur

The tales of my iniquities are hanging around my neck
Some rather painful black jewel that shines its crystal curse
Feeling great

I live among you in disguise, the snake of Eden, The Boogleman,
2000 years of poisoned minds

The wailing of the ibex horn will unlock the door in your heart.
Where prayers can ho up, up to The Lord and remedy the filth we've done.
Feeling great

I need not clean up, I'm satisfied
I'm condimned, I'm evil inside. The great deceiver in this great bazaar
In my reaality you are gone
A bedtime story that illuminates dark souls
Living their lives as vagabonds, dancing with eyes closed.
Go wear your uniform, it's time to crawl

Oh mighty storm, take me along
Release me from this human catastrophe
But promise me that once I'm free
A sweet rainbow'll be here for me