It got quiet, when sin walked into the room.
Before, there were dreamers shouting and parades for the pompous
And lust in Latin and graves and filthy fingernails
Before, there were streamers and fog and heavy drums
And wired bon vivants in capital robes with nothing to worship-
There were crimson lies and loud golden bangs and heated sulfur
Before, we made fire, we danced and chanted magic melodies
Yet all of it was brutally faded when sin came.
Before, we overate and overslept with greasy smiling faces
But as soon as sin arrived, we were exposed.
As soon as we saw with our own eyes, the real deal
As soon as we smelled everything that we had ever pretended to be
It got extremely quiet. We knew that we were sheep for shearing-
We were moved to our knees
and we disrobed
and we all waited
as one massive vibration
one giant invisible hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
floating silently by the sun, just waiting for sin to tell us
what to do from here on out…