Uncle Mother's - Protomartyr

This is an old folks party

This is an old folks party

Welcome

To Uncle Mother’s

Leave your children

In the car

The procedure

In the kitchen

Will remove your

Inmost light

Right!

Though there’s smiles there

On placid faces

Something evil

Is thinking the dark:

«Here!

It’s cold by law»

Old folks party

Old folks party

Mind the decor

Mind the decor

Take care

Take care

Mind the decor

What you are handed

Will consume you

What you are handed

Swallow on the spot

You’re welcome

To enter

But if I was you

I would not

«Here!

It’s cold by law»

So welcome

To Uncle Mother’s

Are your children

Still in the car?

The dogs here

They are singing

What they’re singing

Is quite bizarre

The horizon opens up and what do I see?

There’s something in the center that is calling out

Calling out to me

And the things that’ve been apported

Look like organs all diseased

And the sun the sun the sun the sun

Will never shine again