The Street of Many Murders - Sol Invictus

Tear off the roof, let in the sky

Take the shutters from our eyes

Pull back the curtains to these lives

Behind these windows are pigs and sties

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands

Kissed with blood, kissed with bile

With these fingers murder dialled

With broken hearts and broken smiles

We spurt blood on white tiles

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands

I am dying in your eyes

Grow a harvest for the scythe

Follow a long shot to the street

Where the real world meets and bleats

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands

But just seconds from where they stand

A dying world of throats and hands