Symmetry & Black Tar

You were never born unseen

And feeling drawn inside

I have never adored freedom

The dead move as much as the alive

I walk among the ruins

Just like thieves I survive

And I'll bless you with the fire from a candle

And open your eyes with symmetry and black tar

Symmetry and black, symmetry and black

Symmetry and black tar

And I'll anoint you with oil of a cedar

And strangle your mind with talismans and fire

And I'll bless you with the eye of a poet

And give you a tongue of movements

And crafty ears of a speaker

And I'll pour to you of symmetry and black tar

Symmetry and black tar

You were never born unseen

And feeling drawn inside