You're my tear
The sore I never cease to touch
Hoping that it isn't real like Lot's wife running
Through the flames of Sodom and looking towards salvation
I turn around and look back on my ashes steps
WHERE THERE IS FAITH, THERE IS NO WILL
(Where there's will there's no faith)
COLD BODY, DEAD BODY
WHEN THE TIME WILL COME
(Trust in him, trust in him)
Cruel creator
Thou move all the stars
Why did you dye the blood of your sons red?
You enabled these eyes to look at things this way
The same swollen and vane eyes that are pouring tears over tears
The same swollen and vane eyes, they're pouring tears and tears
I always watch things for what they are
My gaze rests on the maggot and its mulberry
It gets to the top of the beeches
Neither lower, nor higher
And the Envy guides me, consumed with jealousy of certainty and of that useless joy
Come to me