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Lead me to some holy place Then shut my eyes that I might taste Your land your sky your sea And I'll sing you what I see Lord I'll sing you what I see And when we're in that holy place Plug up my ears that I might taste Our days our months our years And I'll dance you what I hear Lord I'll dance you what I hear It's the prayer of a species at war With itself since the day it was born O Dionysus Come and wash our minds Clean of wants and wishes That keep us so damn far behind the eight ball Always set to fight or fly I fly to the pleasures of your table every night Trying to make light of the battlе with a buddy and a bottle of the blood of Dionysus Come and stain our teeth With your purplе kisses SongtexteAnd help us find our way beneath the surface Of each other's ingrown lives Then meet me at the cellar door Where the heirs of Dionysus pour The soul of time and psace And let's play them what we taste Lord Let's play them what we taste Aus Songtexte Mania