Haunted
Along the banks of rivers Zion
Sang a fallen and forsworn
The chain
Of human rage
And let between an ocean rain
And lambs so led, I stayed
If this be life, our evening's prayer
Or death's denouement
A thorned idyll that's offered no one
And I've stood for no one
And father, I'm nowhere
I'm no closer to your throne
Swirling forth, the sea conscripted
Each, the dead and nursery rhyme
At voice
A trailing drone
And baptized by the breath of pain
I crossed heart's knave and swore
If this be life, our evening's prayer
Or death's denouement
A thorned idyll that's offered no one
And I've stood for no one
And father, I'm nowhere
I'm no closer to your throne
Swirling forth (swirling)
The dead end nursery rhyme
If this be life, our evening's prayer
Or death's denouement
A thorned idyll that's offered no one
And I've stood for no one
And father, I'm nowhere
I'm no closer to your throne
Pacific glass, these gifts rend senseless
And knell, repentless
The auger of the cosmic traveler
As God's own straggler
Who's vowed, unopposed
To embody word and shore
Autor(es): William Patrick Corgan
