Album: Doomsday Afternoon
The sisters of illusion
Sell delusion at the show
It is said they've wed for wisdom
If it kissed them, they wouldn't even know
Still the marchers walk beside them
Inclined to agree
"If it's written, we believe it will come, you'll see"
The converts come together
They're gathered to begin
And they swear their oaths forever
Slip chips down into the skin
So the keepers are inside them
Provide them what they need
To transmit and to recieve
When they're in, they don't leave
The convent is waiting, it's time to go in
Gather the faithful, let vespers begin
And this is what they say