The Church - Aura

We all came back from the war I wish somebody would tell me the score We raked old Poseidon over the coals Shook his shells, shaked his shoals Where can a soldier fix himself a drink Forget the noise, forget the stink And the opium is running pretty low'Cause when the pain comes back, I don't want to know Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced But it's not their spears that spill your breath They kill their enemies by loving them to death We were on some battlefield I felt something soft go through my shield I felt something warm enter my guts I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts They captured three of us, took us back to their village After a long long time I could decipher their language They worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun They worshipped the son of the evil one They were more than voracious, they sucked our ambition They let me go on one condition That was when I came back to my native shore I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore But a part of me will never be free And the part that's free will never be me But a thing of love and beauty is in my head A message from our enemies, and here's what they said They said that love = hate And death = fate An enemy always = an adorer But priest = aura Yeah, and life = time And time = space And space = sublime And human = race Oh and woman = man And pot = pan The fauna ought to equal the flora But priest = aura And beginning = the end The end always = the start But straight = bent The mind sometimes = the heart And you = me The land = the sea Richer = poorer And priest = aura