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I began to warm and chillTo objects and their fields,A ragged cup, and a twisted mopThe face of Jesus in my soupThose sinister dinner dealsThe meal trolley's wicked wheelsAnd a hooked bone rising from my foodAll things good or ungood.And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this weighing of the truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd I've got nothing left to loseAnd I'm not afraid to die.Interpret signs and catalogueA blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.They are the sick breath at my hindThey are the sick breath at my hindThey are the sick breath at my hindThey are the sick breath gathering, at my hindLetras de cancionesI hear stories from the chamberHow Christ was born into a mangerAnd like some ragged strangerDied upon the crossAnd might I say it seems so fitting in its wayHe was a carpenter by tradeOr at least that's what I'm toldLike my good hand Itatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fistThat filthy five! They did nothing to, challenge or resist.In Heaven His throne is made of goldAnd his ark of his Testament is stowedA throne from which I'm toldAll history does unfold.Down here it's made of wood and wireAnd its body is on fireAnd God is never far away.Into the mercy seat I climbMy head is shaved, my head is wiredAnd like a moth that triesTo enter the bright eyeAnd I go shuffling out of lifeJust to hide in death awhileAnd anyway I never lied.My good hand is called evilWears a wedding band that's good'Tis a long-suffering shackleCollaring all that rebel blood.And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I yearnTo be done with all this weighing of truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthAnd I'm not afraid to die.And the mercy seat is burningAnd I think my head is glowingAnd in a way I hopeTo be done with all this consequence of truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthAnd I'm not afraid to die.And the mercy seat is glowingAnd I think my head is smokingAnd in a way I hopeTo be done with all these looks of disbelief.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway there was no proofAnd i'm not afraid,But I'm afraid I told a lie. From Letras Mania