The Brothel

[Verse 1]

Purple pavements

Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls

Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles

Howling through hollows

Restless nights and one-night cheap hotels

Oh, am I only drifting to always come back?

[Verse 2]

And I search for something

Or whatever, I don’t really care

Driving with their lights off, they can be anywhere

Rolling down their windows

Open car with open mouths

Golden teeth and golden cards

[Chorus]

You cover your eyes

You cover your mouth

You cover your ears

Still you follow my trail

I’ll do it all, I’ll do whatever you say

God has left me anyway

[Verse 3]

Lava-laden pavements

Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow

Beneath the ashes are echoes buried alive

They are howling through hollows

Once we shared their temple halls

Now our heads are hung up on walls

[Verse 4]

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 the god

[Chorus]

You cover your eyes

You cover your mouth

You cover your ears

Still you follow our trail

We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say

God has left us anyway

You cover your eyes

You cover your mouth

You cover your ears

Still you follow our trail

We’ll do it all, we’ll do whatever you say

God has left us anyway

[Outro]

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"