And The Smokers and Children Shall Be Cast Down - Showbread

Sing with me child, as my ears are bleeding

The dreams that we have now seemed so fleeting

Still your cradle, with no effort sways

Where this monochromatic record is played

And I’ll purse my lips to blow kisses goodbye

It’s so easy if you never ask yourself why

My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh

Shall we say an appendage has finally

Died?

Or is it easier to go on with a smile

With flattering ease, and talk for a while

Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor

And I can’t go on singing anymore

Oh the tale you tell, oh the web that you’ve spun

And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done

Makes the anger oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet

Makes the pity that you pour over your head quite a treat

So go ahead and cry, and go ahead and lie

Begin every sentence that you vomit with «I»

And then Jesus will forgive you, but oh what can I do

To see if there’s enough forgiveness left for me

But in all of Israel, father did you see

Someone who seeks himself so perfectly

The Pharisees would be so content at the sight of me

The snakes would wrap around me and we’d dance across the sea

To ridicule you there and to spit upon your face

Unsheathe this wicked tongue, and invite disgrace

Isn’t that the goal that I’ve always pursued?

While I beg you, Lord to be used for you

Under a light in Bethlehem I was sifting through the sand

The saline burned my eyes, I was looking for your hand

I gave up on myself, and left this pride disarmed

I cried out «I'm alone!»

and found myself in your arms

Rest in me oh my love

I’ve loved you before the world began

Rest in me oh my love

You’ll never to wander too far to reach my hand

Did they not murder you?

Did they not see you die?

Hanging on a tree as the life had left your eyes

Did we not torture you?

Smiling as, as you died

Or is it that you killed death itself, and now you are alive?

I won’t find you there, lying with yourself

Sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects

I won’t look for you, praying to your ceiling

Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes

Sing of your mistakes

Sing of your mistakes

Sing of your mistakes

Put lipstick on your mirror

Cry into your hands