Anything we should know about your change?
These starving organs hem and haw
Mourning of the opposed modernity
We are many, we are many, we are
And in the Hague, I did proclaim:
Cousin, I'll find god in the gutter
You'll catch the dead and bury them with old words
When the hours begin to flee I will sing
Into dust we will all return
Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing
Only dreamers, dead times, and dirty kings
Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing
O death, where is thy sting?
Does it feed on eager limbs?
I was caught in the eye with a nightingale
Hold the water, let it burn
Some lives may dig deep but my cold crime is clean
If I show you my hands, will you carry the beast?
Into dust we will all return