In this rhythmic blood Our masters the novice Our cities the obvious blind pioneers No out in the prison The shunned holy vision I shed from perception in patterns of tears The eminent pleasure in every cadaver Is twin with the soul and alive in the skin Adrift from the barrel, our faculties narrow A memory of closure that never have been Yeah Open the vessel That side of the mask, you're a man, praise that smile In the battles of ill Dance to the tune of the atoms' parade For now is the answer or it never will In this rhythmic blood Our masters the novice Our cities the obvious blind pioneers No out in the prison The shunned holy vision I shed from perception in patterns of tears Identical form in the swing of the scale Have our fleshes in limbs and our hazardous health The spiritual poverty threatens our brevity Let us bleed to the rhythm of penniless wealth Yeah Eternally clean Through the birth, through the body The milk and the mind The magic contained Is it slipping machines Afloat in a star of the rhythms of blood In this rhythmic blood Our masters the novice Our cities the obvious blind pioneers No out in the prison The shunned holy visions I shed from perception in patterns of tears