The viscera, application of death in your ownnYour own time, your wedges of strength lay beyond younDiscover what it is that you neednThe reverend king saidnnAll the lights are gone (all the lights are gone)nAll the lights are gone and the turns, the turns that turn us into spacenSeeing is believing in,nBelieving in seeing is seeing in believingnThe reverend king saidnnDeadnQuestion me for the life of my subjectsnBut you had a craved miraclennThe viscera, application of death in your ownnYour own time, your wedges of strength lay beyond younDiscover what it is that you neednThe reverend king saidnnAll the lights are gone (all the lights are gone)nAll the lights are gone and the turns, the turns that turn us into spacenSeeing is believing in,nBelieving in seeing is seeing in believing