The Art of Zarum

Original Lyrics

Casa Teresa 

Zarum 

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Like a ruler bent out of shape  

The lines you fed me weren’t too straight 

Twisted and tangled, slip noose and mangled 

Short-lived turbulence with nothing said 

 

That’s my legacy, whitewashed red 

The day would come when I’d pay for my bread 

Nothing given without something gained 

You thought you had your savior trained 

 

Carry on, don’t you worry about me 

The blessed virgin has set me free 

In my trench mud soaked maggots devour  

All that’s left of your witching hour 


Celestial hierarchy light up my night

And guide my virtue from your plight

Celestial hierarchy light up my night

And guide my virtue from your plight

 

The price of sustenance soon had me broke 

As I carried ‘round your burdensome yoke 

You tried to leave, but I wouldn’t let go 

The price of love was my eternal soul 

 

Carry on, don’t you worry about me 

The blessed virgin has set me free 

In my trench mud soaked maggots devour  

All that’s left of your witching hour 


Celestial hierarchy light up my night

And guide my virtue from your plight

Celestial hierarchy light up my night

And guide my virtue from your plight

 

You could have had something more than before  

If your priorities were less of a sore 

And as you watch all of our dreams come true 

Sit back, relax, see them born without you