Name and Number Mark Lanegan

My cataractic eye stares into the sun
In some melancholy garden, the rain has begun
Perfume fading, mystical shading
Dionysus' ritual of madness and love

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep
The trees are haunted by ghosts forgotten

Tangle the wires that spring life to horror
Rag-wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because their name has become a number

March lock-step in order
Guarding meaning borders

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings