Late Riser Songtext
von Mount Cyanide

Late riser
Loather the sun
Trustee of modern chemistry
′Till the new moon comes
After all the promise
After all the hope
Somethings are better left unsaid when you're trying to cope
Down in Cincinn, Sin City, USA
They grind their bones
To a silken talc
And they sail away


Late riser
Father knows best
The pieties of luxury
Become grotesque
After all the buildup
After all the fleece
All the gems of Arabi
Won′t bring you peace

Late riser
Late riser

You left on Good Friday night
You did not rise again

Late riser
With sanguine grin
Trustee of modern chemistry
'Till the moon grows dim
Dining at high table
Naked in the street
Somethings are better left unsaid when you face defeat
Down in Cincinn, Sin City, USA
They grind their bones
To a silken talc
And they sail away

Late riser
Late riser


You left on Good Friday night
You did not rise again