( - A. Bouchard - D. Roter - ) There was no light, shining through the window As Margaret lie in bed She was wearing her cotton pajamas A crucifix above her head She awoke from a dream Her eyes were open Her lips were moving in the dark Speak to me in many voices Make them all sound like one Let me see your sacred mysteries Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue She put her hands upon her breasts And they were small and hard and young And everywhere she touched, she felt the fire Waiting for the answer that must surely come Is this the way to love? Or is this just the way to die? Speak to me in many voices Make them all sound like one Let me see your sacred mysteries Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue And then she took her father's razor And watched it cut into her palm She put her hand up to her mouth To taste the blood so holy and warm She got up in the morning Put on her dress, and patent leather shoes Ate her cereal, and kissed her mother And caught the bus, and went to school.. Speak to me in many voices Make them all sound like one Let me see your sacred mysteries Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue Reveal to me, reveal to me Reveal to me, reveal to me Reveal to me! Reveal to me!! Ah..hahahahahahahahahaha....
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