Space Pope and the Glass Machine Lyrics

Space pope flies as the fiery ride
Taken to their leaders
I avert my eyes
The cosmic ballet descends
And the preachers pretend the end
The people all are pulsing then

Space pope steals your soul

Now he's riding his glass machine
Waving to galaxies, sight unseen
He's got an appetite
He's willing to lose
It all depends on how your father loves you

Space pope steals your soul

Right into a black hole
Plaguing all the world with death
Stretching out the savior's nest
Filling space with final breath
That's the way we spell success

Space pope steals your soul

Right into a black hole