Tekst piosenki
For days and weeks I made the parting call
I cupped my hands, my mouth in „O”
I shouted saying
„Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!”
They just faded there, my voice was gone
Who will rescue me from this body
Not the arms, the fingers still… yes
They feel what they touch as well
Cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go
I’ve been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years
And when I said, „Who will shave my head, and on the might, reveal me in my skin?”
All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him
And in my room, in my room, in this gospel I have made
Salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame
I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red, self-pity hangs over the doorway in
From seven times seventy scraping knees, blood lets, deficiencies
These are the layers of bandages, protection from the sting
In this great lacking, I’ve found a way
And when I said, „Who will shave my head, and on that might reveal me in my skin?”
All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him
Who will rescue me from this body
Not the arms, the fingers still… yes
They feel what they touch as well
Cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go
I’ve been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years
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