Heavens To Purgatory - The Most Serene Republic

Now’s the time for age of humans care

For what can be done for yourself

The in respect then out will cling itself

To seeming hopefuls

Now we sing on a bridge for your own half

Heavens to purgatory

Gadzooks, gadzooks, gadzooks

What have you got to lose?

What you are is fast, the glance and telephone

Ring those portable sling

Deal with foggy folds you are here

Without consent except for your own

Records of our discontentment

Will but purge since one has found it

Awfully hard to keep a grimace

Voltage from another’s counting

We’re such plants, oxygen, xylem, phloem

In the wrists, pumps to the greed of your delusion

To a blind knowledge of sight from fall

Chosen from spring

Records of our discontentment

Will but purge since one has found it

Awfully hard to keep a grimace

Voltage from another’s counting