Einsturzende Neubauten
Moon has eclipsed the sun. My waters have turned bitter, and run frothy with thine blood. Peace, peace unto you, for, it is not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Be not afraid...
Peace, peace unto me, for it is not as the reality feels, do I feel for you. Rain drops keep on falling on my head, but the outside has been dead, for god knows, only god knows. I cannot feel you, and if I stretched out my hand, it would only to be.
Pointing as you fall.
Do not pull this finger, you have already been covered with my shit.
I feel beautiful, more beautiful than you. I shine still, though I am caked with dirt. I am dirty, but I am pretty, no?
Rounds, and rounds fall, and rounding and round we go. The beauty grinded my eyes shut, it was not of this world. My face is flat, and nothing sticks there anymore. Shall I write anew? The deepest place within my heart, the deepest blue, where we floated for just awhile. Across times and style, and through the endless decaying breezes, I feel my heart beating again.
I am alive again, and you are still so dead. It matters no more. The business of the living is with those alive. My lips murmer silently, but no word arises, breathing declines, and I slip behind my eyes till only the pulsations of red blood floats in front, and flesh encases my world. It's quiet now, and in repose I am still waiting. Nothing close by, and no more lies to overturn the world and make things black.
I am not alone, I am not alone, I am not alone.
Peace, peace unto me, for it is not as the reality feels, do I feel for you. Rain drops keep on falling on my head, but the outside has been dead, for god knows, only god knows. I cannot feel you, and if I stretched out my hand, it would only to be.
Pointing as you fall.
Do not pull this finger, you have already been covered with my shit.
I feel beautiful, more beautiful than you. I shine still, though I am caked with dirt. I am dirty, but I am pretty, no?
Rounds, and rounds fall, and rounding and round we go. The beauty grinded my eyes shut, it was not of this world. My face is flat, and nothing sticks there anymore. Shall I write anew? The deepest place within my heart, the deepest blue, where we floated for just awhile. Across times and style, and through the endless decaying breezes, I feel my heart beating again.
I am alive again, and you are still so dead. It matters no more. The business of the living is with those alive. My lips murmer silently, but no word arises, breathing declines, and I slip behind my eyes till only the pulsations of red blood floats in front, and flesh encases my world. It's quiet now, and in repose I am still waiting. Nothing close by, and no more lies to overturn the world and make things black.
I am not alone, I am not alone, I am not alone.