Lakhey - Sundara Karma

On the line, on my conscience

Burning bright, touch the surface

Gather round, save a seat

There’s a hole inside, there’s a show to find

Grab yourself another seven drinks, my love

There’s danger in the sermon, don’t you think, my love?

Living just to wait for a dancer that will last

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we’re told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

By the sound, by the window

Over ground, there’s the answer

Gather round, save a seat

There’s a hole inside, there’s a show to find

Appease me with your warm and mild fangs, my love

The villagers are terrified and wild, my love

Swirling through the ether, the dancer in the mask

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we’re told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we’re told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

The mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we’re told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

Hail to the slave and the sacrifice

The mountains and the stars tend to steal the light

So young until we’re told that they gave us life

Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight