The Brothel

Purple pavements
Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one night cheap hotels
Oh, am I only drifting to always come back?
And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don’t really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cards
You cover your eyes
You cover your mouth
You cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I’ll do it all, I’ll do whatever you say
God has left me anyway
Lava laiden pavements
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes are echoes buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we shared their temple of halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god
You cover your eyes
You cover your mouth
You cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say
God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes
You cover your mouth
You cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say
God has left us anyway
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper:
The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying