The Brothel

Purple pavement

Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls

Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles

Howling through hollows

Restless nights and one night cheap hotels

Oh, I'm 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 card with open mouths

Golden teeth and golden cars

You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears

Still you follow my trail

I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway

Love I laid in payment

Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow

Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive

They are howling through hollows

Once we share their temple of our arms

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 call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears

Still you follow our trail

We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway

You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me 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