Take charge of your things
Please shut your mouth
Make friends and blabber along
Become strong and fit just like
Cornucopia
Cornucopia

No shame, so bored
It won't run away, it's here to stay
Make changes, feel the same
Be strange or get wise
Storm is over
Feel the bliss upon you

If you're not playing god
There's no restriction
To all the sins that matter

Stop praying for those
Who never helped you
Why'd you fear if it's better?
Show your latest dance to the world
(Love all the seams, Love is all they need, Love all pretty things, Love all their sins)

And burn and forget all that is wrong and decrepit
Vomiting lies under lies on the eyes of our nation's madness
Turning and yearning, frantic, gigantic
Laughing inside at the price of whatever's fucking granted

Cornucopia
Feel the bliss upon you
Storm is over