Testo
Well Scorpio, you came and went
Now what's to take your place?
Will it be the eagle or the serpent?
Are you getting any older though you're closer to the grave?
Each day sits like a stranger waiting in dark places patiently
Waiting for eruption, waiting for creation
Awaiting explanation of the mysteries
Awaiting on the promise of a life so far away
Awaiting for a woman to come and knock upon your door
And you wonder what you want her there for
So now have another glass of wine, another cigarette
Can your lips even feel pleasure anymore?
Would you recognize an honest kiss now?
Would you separate from so many lies that
You've embraced and whispered before?
Hungry for connection, or was it just replacement?
Falsifying flesh to fill your role and theirs to play
Are you lying to reflections?
Are the strangers that you find sleeping next to
You just shadows of your own self-indulgent mind?
And you hear her footsteps falling just in time
It's the night time and I'm lonely
"Well of course you are," she says
"Don't you think it's time to introduce yourself to your hands?
They are your hands, your words, they are your words"
Expecting to be born as just another sad song
Waiting for emotion, awaiting reproduction
Awaiting conversation with your enemies
Waiting for a time I was not so far away
Waiting for the moment when you don't sing along
When you don't sing along
Well go back and tell the children
Do not be afraid, explain to them
This skin is just a mask I wear for now
So I can recognize my face
It is so heavy, but it suits me so
And if I should remove it, what then will replace it?
The eagle or the serpent?