Only the beautiful drink from the bottle
The samurais kiss their katana blades
And the choir boys rinse
The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim
And our ties were sharp
We aint hip Anymore
Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glorified haze
Bullets shrapnel and dust, painted people with English 
splayed guts
Dogs chew the cusp between bitter licks..
Why, he beamed?.we're replicas!
And if I brought you diamond rings
Or a box of ancient gold
Would you bring me back?
And if I held the witches tooth
Or the emperors last touch
Would you steal me back
Give me blood through your drip
And I'll give you a soul.
If you keep your promises I promise we'll turn gold??