Marching Church Heart Of Life
In the silence
Revelations come forward
In the absent word
In the silence
In the violence
Adrenaline is rushing
Through the veins of swinging arms
In the violence
Oh my brothers
Catch me when I fall again
I'm always tripping when it rains
My brothers
Oh my sisters
Kiss me on the cheek and say
I still love you, besides your ways
My sisters
I stand a reject at the heart of life
Carving through concrete with a butter knife
A colossal outbreak of clamour surrounds me
Various rhythms and tempos are as if fighting against each other
Bragging voices melts into the stream
The river at the heart of life, honey
And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me
Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness
Fist-fucked by destiny, I'm positioned like a beggar
At the heart of life, sugar
My delusions
The treasures of a mislead life
Vaguely resemble paradise
At times
In the wilderness
Direction is lost
While discovery tears its new visions
In the wild
Oh my brothers
Catch me when I fall again
I'm always tripping when it rains
My brothers
Oh my sisters
Kiss me on the cheek and say
I still love you, besides your ways
My sisters
I stand a reject at the heart of life
Carving through concrete with a butter knife
Everything seems to have lead up to this
But that's of course always the case, yet a matter of realising
When one can't belong, one feels the urge to ruin
At the heart of life, baby
And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me
Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness
Fist-fucked by destiny, I'm positioned like a beggar
At the heart of life, sugar