Rasputins Couch

Made from dust to bone
Looking outward, mirror in
This is the beginning of the end of time
Returning to you
Come to the house made of love
Made of love, gone status

Father
Mama
Children
This is returning to who you are

Calling all angels and strangers
Possessing the choices of sources or forces
With pictures of horses, they riding amongst us
With written saint scriptures of poisonous, ludicrous buddhists
This is taking our consciousness, programming all the kids
Started in Genesis, down to Leviticus
Testament, testing men fеarlessly
Oxygen smothering, posturеs of goddesses' lips

Make way for love
Make way for pain
Make way for growing now

Father
Mama
Children
This is returning to who you are

Father
Mama
Children
This is returning to who you are

Father
Mama
Children
This is returning to who you are