FOR THE DECEASED versuri

Versuri Philiae – FOR THE DECEASED lyrics

Proud and pretty people
How moldy can you get?
When the son breastfeeds the daughter
There’s mud inside the bed
With flowers on his back he’s trying to feed the death
Hides the hickeys on his neck
The blood it tastes like ash

Proud and pretty people
How moldy can you get?
When the son breastfeeds the daughter
There’s mud inside the bed
With flowers on his back he’s trying to feed the death
Hides the hickeys on his neck
The blood it tastes like ash
„Didn’t it?”

All their warm and slender bodies
Filled with a cold and lonely soul
Wanted the white and spooncooked love
To crawl inside another hole
They never ever understand
What by „sacrifice” is meant
And searched theirselves inside a kiss
To repress that they live

All their warm and slender bodies
Filled with a cold and lonely soul
Wanted the white and spooncooked love
To crawl inside another hole
They never ever understand
What by „sacrifice” is meant
And searched theirselves inside a kiss
To repress that they live

To repress that they live

„I bet right now: you don’t know if you wanna kill me – or fuck me!”
„I wish i could believe
We go to a better place
But science has damned my innocence
And now I damn your faith”

Splinters of assurance
Strong enough to devastate
See I’ve to discover they’re
Not strong enough to free our hate

Whaevetr’s lost is found today
Tomorrow’s dreams assimilate
An empty crib of burning hay
No more need to medicate
Delete the ground under their feet
To reveal what lies beneath
The guilty one dies on his knees
The head in hope, the heart deceased

We’ll never die
It’s already done
We’ll never cry
For the deceased son