Songtexte:
Beneath The Sky Respect For The Dead

march in numbers, As they hunger for the living. Through these lifeless eyes, You're just another dead fuck. Through these lifeless eyes, You're just another dead

you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell). Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath

the dead who plundered me I hum the breeze at high tide seas come and gusts the thunder sings Under me your lives cry to my sky and plummets drink Beating

all behind She had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that

the dead who plundered me I hum the breeze at high tide seas come and gusts the thunder sings Under me your lives cry to my sky and plummets drink Beating

all behind She had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that

smoked the bones of 'Muhammad (pbuh)' Canvas paintings 'The Virgin' Jewels beneath the turbans of a merchant I flew for the serpent, push the truth in