The Twist Lyrics - Believers - A.a. Bondy

I see these creatures in tired action 

I hold the blade with the midnight arm 

My brother dreams in real violence 

My brother, dreaming through the red 

In ritual positions, I kneel before his love 

Far away from the world 

I follow all these signs and wonders 

I walk on by the suicide doors 

Under the stars in animism 

I'll hold the mirror for the ghost 

In ritual positions, I kneel before his love 

Sometimes in benediction, a mouth to sing the flood 

Far away from the world