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Anyway, People Die

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  • Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like the Wandering Jew. He goes on, but I linger. The rain makes,
    Scythes
    And the oil staggers
    Over waters
    Blue sky may stay
    Blue sky or grey
    And the rain falls
    On life
    On life
    On life
    On life
    On life
    And once you go beyond
    Once you go beyond
    The line between
    Human
    And inhuman
    Disappears
    Disappears
    Disappears...
    How the trees stand
    Oh how the wind strives
    And people to bend
    Are we left with nothing?
    A Cross appears
    Between the horns
    Of a stag
    And burning light
    Blinds the hunter
    And firstly I stood proud
    Fuelled by white and beast
    Then bowed till I...
    Almost broken
    A row of Christs
    Stare down on me
    And their several likenesses
    Flame and torch my walls
    Othal, odal bloody
    Then scared and scabbed
    Who am I?
    Who do you say I am?
    As I hobble on
    To the land of the dull
    Wings or wheels
    Wings or wheels
    Now I'm like a silly boy
    Now I'm like a Wandering Jew
    And he goes on
    And thus I linger
    And anyway
    People die
    And anyway
    People die...
  • Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like the Wandering Jew. He goes on, but I linger. The rain makes,
    Scythes
    And the oil staggers
    Over waters
    Blue sky may stay
    Blue sky or grey
    And the rain falls
    On life
    On life
    On life
    On life
    On life
    And once you go beyond
    Once you go beyond
    The line between
    Human
    And inhuman
    Disappears
    Disappears
    Disappears...
    How the trees stand
    Oh how the wind strives
    And people to bend
    Are we left with nothing?
    A Cross appears
    Between the horns
    Of a stag
    And burning light
    Blinds the hunter
    And firstly I stood proud
    Fuelled by white and beast
    Then bowed till I...
    Almost broken
    A row of Christs
    Stare down on me
    And their several likenesses
    Flame and torch my walls
    Othal, odal bloody
    Then scared and scabbed
    Who am I?
    Who do you say I am?
    As I hobble on
    To the land of the dull
    Wings or wheels
    Wings or wheels
    Now I'm like a silly boy
    Now I'm like a Wandering Jew
    And he goes on
    And thus I linger
    And anyway
    People die
    And anyway
    People die...