Hello, sister of the mother of life!
Do your work like a lame one
Watching your feet go into battle
The only thing you don't do is fall from the filth
Fly behind the sky
To the burning sun
Into the warmth of my lap
Your palm seas lie down at the same time
Your milk feeds the decayed spine
The wounds on your hands are burning and bleeding
Fly behind the sky
Into the burning sun
Here we tell you what we want to hear
Those words carved into a lie
Here we play the tunes after all
Desires of simple minds
Is that what you wished for?