Reminiscent screams like womb dreams

From ridding yourself of your own existence

The pendulum sways like an empty noose

Still your thought compress and you weep and sigh inside

Adolescent naivete spawned my optimism



Whose head you wore on your coat of arms

You're the champion of my bleeding heart



When you're shrouded in baptismal brine

For the dawning of the great rebirth

Don't forget your name when your number's called

Or you may end up causing the end of us all



Whose head you wore on your coat of arms

You're the champion of my bleeding heart