Prodigal Son Songtext
von Joe Bailey

Stretch the bones, take an upward direction
Cross your eyes, see your finer reflection
Bruise the skin to materialize your soul
Tear the beast from the formula
Drain the milk from the angel of daybreak
A vital schism from the breast of a snowflake
A genesis that is pure but dispensable
Paint the night with your black colours


You carry love like a cross on your shoulders
The fire′s lit but your heart's getting colder
A fine idea but your mind will just blind your eyes
And condemn your heart to the soil
Your Father′s hand was a weapon now broken
Your Mother's arms, they will always be open
It's not too late to eliminate this disguise
And remember the thumbs in the oil

Puncture the bed of the ocean
And reveal your scales
Paralyzed locomotion
Consume your tail

Tear the tape from the cracks in your visor
Inject affection like a tranquilizer
Repair the skin and materialize your soul
Return the boy to the architect
The vagabond needs a bond to recover
Clip the black wool and make a coat for his Mother
Feed the soul and build a bridge that can′t be burned
And let morality resurrect


Puncture the bed of the ocean
And reveal your scales
Paralyzed locomotion
Consume your tail