If you could strum betrayal If bitterness could croon They'd sing out weak and frail This deathlike, tuneless tune We are ruled by beauties and liars We are hung from sodden sheets Hear the voices of heaven's choir Slaughtered sheep, they flail and bleat Angels fling themselves from the spires Perish in the hear Hear the screams as all expire Hear the world cry its defeat Sounds like a million kittens on fire Darting down the street The emptiness is humming The pit spits forth its strings And through this strychnine strumming Corroded cymbals ring We are ruled by beauties and liars We are hung from sodden sheets Hear the voices of heaven's choir Slaughtered sheep, they flail and bleat Angels fling themselves from the spires Perish in the hear Hear the screams as all expire Hear the world cry its defeat Sounds like a million kittens on fire Darting down the street