Lyrics

Indifferent as nature
As unkind as wine
As cold as cash
And unforgiving as time

A promise so empty
So sweet we could die
As rich as blood
And cheap as turpentine

A forest of veins
Before a hungry wolf's eyes
Together we stay
And never confront the lie

Such a perfect day
To open up the sky
Return to the flesh
When we come down from the high

Sympathy for this devil
Could make an angel cry
From its black, chitinous frame
Beats the wings of the divine