Letras de Horsey

Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call
It′s the only way out

She tells me I love you
But it's only a game
So she slides through the silence
She′s fixing her time
To fall back into darkness
Again with a smile

Don't touch me, I'm falling
She laughs in the night
Don′t touch me, I shall return
When the wheel comes around
You see we′re all born to suffer
We're all born to fall
In a grey shaded world
That calls us to zero

Her mother′s mouth slits
Her father lies taken
She touches my body
But I crouch up to die

Down the Ramblas we're walking
In Reykjavík we′re talking
The snow is moon cold
The room freezes over

She's reading a book
She finished it years ago
She′s tearing up paper
She's tearing up life
But she only starts thinking
When her blood hits brown

Gold is the colour
She promised me she'd wear
But Christ′s blood turns black
His body she bears
When she dips him in waters
Confession of faith

It′s hard to believe you
When you spit in my face
And I don't want to touch you
I don′t want to lie
In the brown red gold slumber
That you've taken tonight

I remember I was thinking
Only of you
But you shattered meI found myself falling
And there and there and there
And then through the wreckage of this parched life
And the pain of it all
I said fucking over all of this is shit
But still the wind calls

Imperial
When you rage at the conqueror
You only rage at yourself
When you torture the anointed
You torture yourself
And you′ve listened to Piaf
But not to the Christ
So you sparkle for seconds
Then dissolve into mist

The fog closes in and you think about Crowley
You think it's a game but the game is just you
When shall you stop hiding in the heart of your night
When the cold tramways beckon
When the cold tramways stop

And Christ I was thinking of your bended arm
It′s blue on the inside
It's blue on the outside you say
But then you buckled
As if you might die

There's no point in nibbling
There′s no point in life
And sometimes I hear you
At the back of my mind
And a golden door opens
But no light appears

There′s spit on the bridle
And there's blood on the saddle
And you slip in the shit
You shat in yourself

And Christus is Ekos
And Ekos is God
And his name flies with fury
And the wind cuts through you

You follow in footsteps
That trod by a flower

Then I wanted to hold you
But you′re destined to fall