Zenana Zenana It’s just a matter of time before we come undone. It’s just a matter of time before we fall apart. Your hands, your feet, your heart, your teeth Are lying in the middle of the street And the drones move past your bones. It’s just a matter of time before we come unwound. It’s just a matter of time before we fall asleep. Your dick, your chest, your neck, your head Are lying in the middle of the bed And the drones move past your bones. Confusion is a luxury only the young afford, And you, you’re not so young anymore. From your head to your kicks You’re marked with a 666. Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar And the drones move past your bones