The Love Song of Quetzalcoatl Video (MV)

The seascape and
The raging man
Harbor the fire of day
You see the fin, approaching zen
It's pressure either way

You sing for tips and steamer clams
At a modern Botany Bay
Fire pit smoke and sunset palms
Are a buried world away

You tempt the kids with baubles
From cauldrons in far hovels
Where hooves precede slow shovels
In a myriad of streets

The tact the old books lauded
Was vivisected via audit
And preachers were employed
To ensure the public bought it

The gardens of old Albert
Are where cadets now practice
At killing without malice
And melting to the rear

You wear you face kabuki-style
In conference calls and bed
You rub your cheeks with processed grease
To look living when you're dead