The Twist Lyrics

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