How many warning shots must he fire Into the emptiness of crescendoing skies Just like Beethoven conducting goodbyes With orchestra strings and notes made of fire Which burn in the eyes like a truth from a liar How many wars must he wage in your head As misery's chief just lays there as dead With the spike in his arm And a bullet in his brain Like a seed of repulsion Which brings its own rain
How many skies must he rip from the clouds And let them hang empty against nothing at all As he says your name and you write on the wall His voice growing louder you ignore every call How much joy must you forsake for pain Your stupidity flows like the noose of cocaine A string made of powder you hang in the sky Strung by your nose, sniffing goodbye
I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him call
Paranoid eyes of blood and mistrust The disease of fools and bankers of lust Corruption just bleeds from your every pore Like destruction which feeds a leech on a sore How much salvation must he offer for free Against your denial of who he must be Against your betrayal of his heart so free Which forgives and relieves all your misery
I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him call
How much deceit must you force him to take As he waits around for you to be awake Into the blossom reaching through who you are From under the pavement into each falling star How much disease must he embrace and then cure Like a leper of gold, eyes white light and pure Crushing your sickness which cannot be contained Into your sheets, bloody and stained
Float from your womb, aborted and gone Like the echo of voices in the silence of song How many missions must he endlessly take Until others are with him, alive and awake To rise to his level, as real and as true To be a beast in the jungle instead of the zoo How many liars must he first strike down With the weapon of words and the mercy he found
I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
