Judas As Black Moth - Current 93

All the blossoms have been paid for

Pettled with blood

Back over their moulded walls

With spiteful flames

I can’t hear the voice

I can’t see the form

The wallpaper peeling

Let the walls down

And the bone answers

Eternity

To my question

When?

What time is it?

What place is this?

Which conjunction is this?

All this waste

Where the clocks tick away

All around

What hour is this in the middle of the night?

The cats cry in the street

The car sweeps by with a murdered child

The car sweeps by with a violated girl

The car sweeps by with its trunk full of death

Do you believe in God?

Do you believe in Christ?

What monsters we’ve become

This flight from ease will finally kill us all

And all we need is something

Let us lie and sleep and dream

Other dreams

Brighter dreams

Better dreams

Please