Delphi it drew us

Over the touchscreen

Delphi it threw us

Up like a stone

In sheep's clothing

Instrumental

The gods that roil

Inside of us

As she whistles her sweet oracles

Out by the poolside

Ravings of suicide

As Athens is burning

Plots and visions

Empty amber bottle

Opiate

The sky is blue today

Gone tomorrow

Castalian spring

Watching clouds

Amalia nods

Shield shroud

Of moonbeams sacramental

Poolside cigarette smoke

That gyres up like prophecies

Glyph in dragging blood

Amalia swayin' through the

Hotel corridors

Shuffling through the

Thousand years

Oracular and wandering