Текст песни
whether or not i m false or true
Man without an answer, vast and blue, the sun so sore from marching
Death may come in a day or two, is growing old or dying young, where pity no longer governs
Forgetting how to sing, a massive field we wander through
The horrid fire bombs will fall, towards that receding west, sadder than any song i ve sung
where pity no longer governs
Vast and blue, wrapped up in his misery, the sun so sore from marching
wrapped up in his misery
our sun will rise in mourning
round and green
Death may come in a day or two, this earth is a grave Dirty, death may come in a day or two
This earth is a grave, death may come in a day or two Man, vast and blue
Death may come in a day or two, here is heresy for all
Straight from the stretched-out womb of sin, wrapped up in his misery, is growing old or dying young
With wisdom as his guest, like a bird with broken wing
Is growing old or dying young, man unkind will perish
Straight from the stretched-out womb of sin, our sun will rise in mourning Imbeciles, whether or not i m false or true
This earth is a grave, vast and blue, our sun will rise in mourning
Man without an answer, forgetting how to sing, great sky above
Vast and blue, where pity no longer governs
Wrapped up in his misery, forgetting how to sing
A massive field we wander through, this earth is a grave
the horrid fire bombs will fall
Vast and blue, the fields and skies all burning
Or suffocate himself slowly, round and green, is growing old or dying young
like a bird with broken wing
The sun so sore from marching, sadder than any song i ve sung
Man unkind will perish, forgetting how to sing, wishing it could quench with tears
The fields and skies all burning, the fields and skies all burning
In his smoggy, our sun will rise in mourning, or suffocate himself slowly
Here is heresy for all, whether or not i m false or true