December Revolution
by The Melissa Occult

For every season comes an insurrection,
For every Christ, a crucifixion,
In every reason lies a question,
And every answer brings a thousand more.

I lie awake in endless dreaming,
Of every December come to pass.
An ego twisted in incessant scheming
Debates the rights of holocaust.

Mind trip deep in sweet ether
The melody of morning dew.
I sense the twilight softly coming,
A decadent sky of endless blue.

In every season comes an insurrection,
In every Christ, a crucifixion,
In every reason lies a question,
And every answer brings a thousand more.

Breathe deep the sapphic nether dust
And doubt not that lost September,
For the cult shall lead us from the just
With quakings of a heart so bold and true.

That revelation planted soft subconscious
Awakens in a world of nightingale
To ride the harlot of the hurricane
And save us all from the echoes of the whale.

For in every season comes an insurrection,
And for every Christ there comes a crucifixion,
In every reason lies a question,
And every answer brings a thousand more.
And every answer brings a thousand more.