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  • She's pouring brown gold
    Into her veins
    She lost her own way
    Years ago
    Her sister calls her
    From the dark side of the night
    And she falls with that call
    It's the only way out
    She tells me "I love you"
    But it's only a game
    So she slides through the silence
    She's fixing her time
    To fall back into darkness
    Again with a smile
    "Don't touch me, I'm falling"
    She laughs in the night
    "Don't touch me, I shall return
    When the wheel comes around
    You see, we're all born to suffer
    We're all born to fall
    In a grey shaded world
    That calls us to zero"
    Her mother mouth slits
    Her father lies taken
    She touches my body
    But I crouch up to die
    Down the Ramblas we're walking
    In Reykjavik we're talking
    The snow is moon-cold
    The room freezes over
    She's reading a book
    She's finished it years ago
    She's tearing up paper
    She's tearing up life
    But she only starts thinking
    When her blood is brown
    Gold is the colour
    She promised me she'd wear
    But Christ's Blood turns black
    His body she wears
    But she dips Him in waters
    Confession of faith
    It's hard to believe you
    When you spit in my face
    I don't want to touch you
    I don't want to lie
    In the brown red gold slumber
    You've taken to ride
    I remember I was thinking
    Only of you
    But you shattered me nightly
    You broke all your rules
    I found myself falling
    And then
    And then
    Through the wreckage of this parched life
    And the pain of the next one
    I said "******* over
    All of this is ****"
    But still the wind calls
    "Imperium"
    When you rage at the Conqueror
    You only rage at yourself
    When you torture the Anointed
    You only torture yourself
    And you've listened to Piaf
    But not to the Christ
    So you sparkle the seconds
    Then dissolve into mist
    And the fog closes in
    And you think about Crowley
    You think it's a game
    But the game is just you
    When shall you stop hiding
    In the heart of your night?
    When the cold tramway beckons
    Where the cold tramway stops
    And - Christ - I was thinking
    Of your bended arm
    "It is blue on the inside
    It is blue on the outside"
    You said, and then you buckled
    As if you might die
    There's no point in living!
    There's no point in life!
    And sometimes I hear you
    At the back of my mind
    And a golden door opens
    But no light appears
    There's spit on the bridle
    And there's blood on the saddle
    And you sleep in the ****
    You've shut in yourself
    And Christus is Equus
    And Equus is God
    And His name flies with fury
    And the wind cuts through you
    You follow in footsteps
    Trod by a flower
    Then I wanted to hold you
    But You're destined to fall
  • She's pouring brown gold
    Into her veins
    She lost her own way
    Years ago
    Her sister calls her
    From the dark side of the night
    And she falls with that call
    It's the only way out
    She tells me "I love you"
    But it's only a game
    So she slides through the silence
    She's fixing her time
    To fall back into darkness
    Again with a smile
    "Don't touch me, I'm falling"
    She laughs in the night
    "Don't touch me, I shall return
    When the wheel comes around
    You see, we're all born to suffer
    We're all born to fall
    In a grey shaded world
    That calls us to zero"
    Her mother mouth slits
    Her father lies taken
    She touches my body
    But I crouch up to die
    Down the Ramblas we're walking
    In Reykjavik we're talking
    The snow is moon-cold
    The room freezes over
    She's reading a book
    She's finished it years ago
    She's tearing up paper
    She's tearing up life
    But she only starts thinking
    When her blood is brown
    Gold is the colour
    She promised me she'd wear
    But Christ's Blood turns black
    His body she wears
    But she dips Him in waters
    Confession of faith
    It's hard to believe you
    When you spit in my face
    I don't want to touch you
    I don't want to lie
    In the brown red gold slumber
    You've taken to ride
    I remember I was thinking
    Only of you
    But you shattered me nightly
    You broke all your rules
    I found myself falling
    And then
    And then
    Through the wreckage of this parched life
    And the pain of the next one
    I said "******* over
    All of this is ****"
    But still the wind calls
    "Imperium"
    When you rage at the Conqueror
    You only rage at yourself
    When you torture the Anointed
    You only torture yourself
    And you've listened to Piaf
    But not to the Christ
    So you sparkle the seconds
    Then dissolve into mist
    And the fog closes in
    And you think about Crowley
    You think it's a game
    But the game is just you
    When shall you stop hiding
    In the heart of your night?
    When the cold tramway beckons
    Where the cold tramway stops
    And - Christ - I was thinking
    Of your bended arm
    "It is blue on the inside
    It is blue on the outside"
    You said, and then you buckled
    As if you might die
    There's no point in living!
    There's no point in life!
    And sometimes I hear you
    At the back of my mind
    And a golden door opens
    But no light appears
    There's spit on the bridle
    And there's blood on the saddle
    And you sleep in the ****
    You've shut in yourself
    And Christus is Equus
    And Equus is God
    And His name flies with fury
    And the wind cuts through you
    You follow in footsteps
    Trod by a flower
    Then I wanted to hold you
    But You're destined to fall