Текст песни Death In June - This Is Not Paradise

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Many blurred dead king's faces Move photolike through time's gape and gauge The dull drum's thud and drone Is not heroic battlebeat This is the grey clock's cog These are not the banners of heroes Or flags we should fly These are not proud pennants These are the clothes of prisoned mind These stumps of man on boxes Are not the vox or voces Of god or gods They are the forms of the breaths of dust This is the great ocean of birth and death Kye ma kya ma Oh paradise Never lost and not to be gained here These are not the heroes These are not more than drenched earthtops These are not more than you or I Listen: I swear by the blank of the moon (Under the archen stars I stand alone) I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun These cups of fire, of waterred scales That cover our laughing round of spaces Are nothing Nothing Like the mouse with horns A fable full of lightless dark You are now to me the lost queen The new age and her train moves on Behind the smiling lips concealed The clacking jaws of gummy rictus Not motionless but emotionless The savourless lines of open lies Proclaim: " This is the best It shall ever be Think of the things That shall never be" And our soul stalks empty hearted Empty-handed As it hangs its light On hooks of symbols Hooks of gods and goats and hooks of crooks You must know: this is not paradise Father time spins on and grins and skips his Scythe Over our flowered heads And takes us to the muddy house Of dreamless sleep Oh this is not paradise All the empty buildings clutching Bags of pain and bone and skin Masks of despair and waterruns The bells ring out and make no sense They make the skies bend Though you wait for me This is not paradise (Though you wait for me) This is not paradise...

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