Lyrics Enchanté - Dirt Poor Robins

When I was a little lass
The angels leapt from panes of glass
So unafraid, unafraid
And the arches knelt to pray
While the gargoyles kept away
Any demon that would scheme to steal
My childlike faith

We huddled up, we held on tight
For grounded men were jealous of
The angel's flight, angel's flight
They were butterflies to them
So they brought their boards to pin
The wings and bodies of our gods
For studying

We couldn't fight them in the end
Once we saw the heavens through
Their modern lens, modern lens
Oh how can we atone
For the secrets we were shown?
Like a basilisk they fixed our spirits
Hard as stone

Alas the muses through their glasses
Drift away as only madness
Drowning in the din
Of our animal skins

Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack its lips
Has nothing more to say

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead

From chagrin I've been released
Paint me in a portrait sans
The fig leaves, fig leaves
And I will not be concerned
Or ignore the things I yearn
My hunger is the rule
I cannot overturn

Alas the virtues through their glasses
Hid themselves from our madness
All we have within
Is our animal skins

Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead

I miss the days when stars were saintly
They sang to me in ways innately
Before we enslaved the symphony
To playing anthems for selling things

I used to wonder, wander farther
Into awe, but those days were squandered
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
So I find my spirit in the bottle

But, oh! That bottle
Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
Oh that bottle!

Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Name the powers "meteors"
And let us go insane

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead

(Woah)
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray

(Oh)
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead