Centre For Holy Wars

It's such a dream-like view from the ceiling where every feeling is a part of he fall. Kneeling out on the front lawn, rise to occasions, gra*s stains and all. Exactly where we are, at the centre for holy wars, I hope it never comes down again. Floating in the air, with the stars of holy wars, I hope it never comes down again. Nearly but never arrested, but oh Contessa, asleep in the stall, still you somehow have bested the other contestants, gra*s stains and all. Because hope grows greener than gra*s stains. Hope grows greener than gra*s s