Schönesende piosenki

Blessed with this conscience and doomed with this flesh a towering rot of nails and hair thrown towards the gates to siphon the guilt I, the animal is I, the God and I know cause these thoughts pass through me we beat with fists and stone...

I feel the grass beneath me The sun beating down upon our heads and see that it is good Trapped inside this sack of sinew so vile so pitiful perishable It's thought like these that still scratch my head and to place a line between the t...

Signatures in stone our carved history They erect the past blot colours to dictate our future march the lines of sad souls through the streets which once was now can forever be, dear friend "my father's land" up there, scraping the sky an...

I am the sum of everything I own caught scrapping and scraping at the table for what drops from the mouths of those who sit on our shoulders we have everything and we have nothing I demand war for those who steal within the law state my name...