Sol Invictus - The Street Of Many Murders lyrics

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