Twilight in the sculpture garden
We'll walk around the place
Look upon the beautiful secrets
That all the artists made
How fast the light has faded
Do we still want to stay
Turn down the noise and the city
The dark downtown parade
At night they turn the water on around the artworks
In the garden
In the garden
Midnight in the sculpture garden
Underneath the cherry moon
We can make our own beautiful secret
We can join the fabled few
Starlight in the sculpture garden
Red stainless steel balloon
Rose petal vermillion breezes
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Even in Heaven
The witches brew a pot of hate
with lizard, but and man
with a smile they laugh their spells
astir with wretched hand
calling demons baphomet
and mephistopheles
the tattered firyres cackle
as their mortal victims bleed
don't burn the witch
the ways of hell aren't wrong
don't burn the witch
let them brew their song
the witches of the blackened arts
are cunning, cruel and mean
persecuted by religion
God the man unseen
beastial malevolence
is chartered in their bones
leave the unreal house of God
and burn in hell at home
eye of lizard
wing of bat
testicle of man
tongue of eagle
brain of rat
Jesus Christ's left hand
the witches make the voodoo doll
a toy taboo in heaven
they dance around the pentagram
in search of rape by satan
leave the heart and blood of men
in cauldrons laced in sin
add the arsenic, hemlock, pus
triumph takes the wings