[00:00.23]Caught when I was still a child[00:04.14]By a terrible vision of my Christ[00:07.98]And caught in the throat by your signs and tears and goodbyes[00:16.55][00:17.31]I picked me up[00:19.31]And walked too far[00:22.59]With thought of no return[00:25.70]And not to see your face again and drowning all my hopes[00:35.44]And wishing no longer upon stars or moonlight[00:42.74][00:44.87]Believing on other dreams or other fields[00:48.27]Upon all of which we all play[00:55.24]I saw a waste of all[00:58.20]And so I put away[01:02.99]All talk of death's heads[01:05.76][01:10.89]And a little glimpse is a bloodblossomed force[01:14.41]And all talk of apocalypse[01:18.68]Apocraphon and Apollyon[01:21.70]Abaddon[01:23.85]All abandoned[01:26.18][01:51.40]Then I saw in myself the bowl and a gun[01:55.79]And the glory that was to come