From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody`s looking for who they are
Those who know don`t have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don`t know too well
Chorus:
Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That`s the burden of the angelbeast
Birds of paradise -- birds of prey
Here tomorrow, gone today
Cross my forehead, cross my palm
Don`t cross me or I`ll do you harm
[Chorus]
We go crying, we come laughing
Never understand the time we`re passing
Kill for money, die for love
Whatever was God thinking of?
[Chorus]
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