Songs of those that are unloved (bonus-track) BG
Songs of those that are unloved, songs of those that are thrown out away,
Of those that are buried without name, of those that are immured into the night,
Songs of those that are crossed out, songs of those that are thrown down on the ice,
Song of those that are longer no needed, is sounding, not is ceasing.
We have a good school to get a light for smoking from the burning snakes
To tear out to oneself the heart, in order to be else more spiteful
And to break off a blade after a stab, because God is with us
Step on a glass, if it is drunk up
Head into a loop and with things on the way out
Lord, reveal to me the mysteries of being
Look me in the eyes and say that it's thy will
One can long wait for the sun,
Inside of us was a crystal little bell
They've stepped on it, it no longer rings.
This music is older than the world
It is preposterous and ridiculous,
But I will be dancing to this music
Even if it is not audible.
For tender soul an iron dress
By blood on the sand – all men are brothers
To me longer aren't needed thy mysteries of being
Just look me in the eyes and say that it's thy will
Songs of those that are unloved, songs of those that are thrown out away,
Of those that are buried without name, of those that are immured into the night,
Songs of those that are crossed out, songs of those that are thrown down on the ice,
Song of those that are longer no needed, is sounding, not is ceasing.
We have a good school to get a light for smoking from the burning snakes
To tear out to oneself the heart, in order to be else more spiteful
And to break off a blade after a stab, because God is with us
Step on a glass, if it is drunk up
Head into a loop and with things on the way out
Lord, reveal to me the mysteries of being
Look me in the eyes and say that it's thy will
One can long wait for the sun,
Inside of us was a crystal little bell
They've stepped on it, it no longer rings.
This music is older than the world
It is preposterous and ridiculous,
But I will be dancing to this music
Even if it is not audible.
For tender soul an iron dress
By blood on the sand – all men are brothers
To me longer aren't needed thy mysteries of being
Just look me in the eyes and say that it's thy will