Aura - The Church

we all came back from the war

i wish somebody would tell me the score

we raked old Poseidon over the coals

shook his shells, shaved his shoals

where can a soldier fix himself a drink

forget the noise, forget the stink

and the opium is running pretty low

'cause when the pain comes backi don’t want to know

across yonder ocean the natives are fierce

their ears are filled, their teeth are pierced

but it’s not their spears that spill your breath

they kill their enemies by loving them to death

we were on some battlefield

i felt something soft go through my shield

i felt something warm enter my guts

i was bleeding bad, but there were no cuts

they captured three of us took us back to their village

after a long time i could decipher their language

they worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun

they worshipped the son of the evil one

they were more than voracious

they sucked our ambition

they let me go on one condition

that was when i came back to my native shore

i tell you they don’t want to play with us anymore

but a part of me will never be free

and the part that’s free will never be me but a thing of love and beauty is in my head

a message from our enemiesand here’s what they said:

they said that love equals hate

and death equals fate

and enemy always equals an adorer

but priest equals aura

and life equals time

and time equals space

and space equals sublime

and human equals race

and woman equals man

and pot equals pan

the fauna ought to equal the flora

but priest equals aura

and beginning equals the end

the end always equals the start

but straight equals bent

the mind sometimes equals the heart

and you equals me the land equals the sea

richer equals poorer

and priest equals aura