Art Far Away Sunday
Tic, tock
Can you hear that?
Can you my love?
Take this crooked hand, I am a faithless man
Take this f..cking hand!
Heave-Ho, this burden. Heave-Ho, is not yours to bare
In this empty shell of a man, lies nothing but pain
Nothing else than self hatred for this oblivious world
I am the one...
I am the world, I am every women and child that has ever died due to evil men
I am the one, who fights with the devil, but the devil does not fight fair
For every woman and every child that I have died for over the years
Laying on top of them, trying to protect them from the bullets that fly everywhere...
But I am just an empty vessel. I am the afterbirth of a whore screaming in pain in an alley where her bastard child is born
But just take this hand, and you will be saved, I will give you everything, but there is no one there...
Can you hear that? Can you my love? Can you hear them sing?