Chime

I'd rather worship the death tree
Where the mournful snuffed out his own life
Back to the earth his actions cursed
But in the same moment condemned to set it free

I'd rather be faithless
Than chime your evil song
Rhymes of old muttered ever on
New age rhythms crafted

I'd rather countdown the moments
To my own condemned destruction
Than justify my worship of mental images
Of a white palm bleeder past down to me

I'd rather be faithless
Than chime your evil song
Rhymes of old muttered ever on
New age rhythms crafted