Cult Follow

Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams
Warm weather and a holocaust
The tears of God flow as I bleed

Left to die by two good friends
Abandoned me and put to sleep
On a shore where oyster beds
Seem plush as down
And ripe enough for the Luxor dream

Recall the dream of Luxor
How fluids will arrive
As if by call or schedule
Resume through the morning tide

Where entry is by seaweed gate
And plan the plan of dreams
To lose oneself in revere
In all that is and all that seems

So ladies, fish, and gentlemen
Here's my angled dream
To see me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea

The oyster boys are swimming now
To claim me back from the dead
The creatures back from vertigo
They fear to fall but haven't fell
Will reclaim tries and try again

The oyster boys are swimming now
Hear them chatter on the tide
Of the lost and language lost
Hear them chatter on the tide

We understand, we understand
We understand and so do I
We understand, we understand
But fright is real and so am I

So ladies, fish, and gentlemen
Here's my angled dream
To see me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea

The entry to lost vestibule opens on the bay
An instant shape of mercury
Lost and then retained
An instant is an eyelash

Caught on the tide
Imaginos
Below this bay and then besides

The oyster boys are swimming now
One deal is what we made
Forest keys and whirlwind cold
Green keys too and keys of gold

Even locks that won't explode
When the skies become a scroll
Having lost its interest
See that's the deal we made
Just to join the Oyster Cult
The Blue Oyster Cult

We understand, we understand
Blue Oyster Cult

Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams
Warm weather and a holocaust