To what senses Oh did you expect everyone to come They've got none left, stripped like old fences Naked to the whip Of the world and the wind And you look their way and man, they're gonna run Worse, they'll take your rotten word Like honest monsters They'll look you in your one good eye And smoothing down our fur say "It's our cross, get behind me, trust our power now" There's a black light glowing At the center of the world And I'm losing my sight There's a black balloon imploding At the center of the world Full of nothing tonight So what senses Oh did I expect we'd again return Our desert skin's been burned Well, evil loves apprentice And mystery, while leatherbound, is half-conceived Yeah, it's still just a string of words I'm full of nothing tonight