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• Artiste: Omnia
• Titre: The Mercy Seat
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Interpret sign and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bare, black, bottom kind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My good hand tatooed E.V.I.L. all across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye So I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood And the mercy seat is waning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this truth and consequence An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive why And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my blood is boiling Anyway I'm spoiling All the fun with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is melting Anyway it's helping To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose But I'm afraid I told a lie (Thanks to Sinéad for these lyrics)