Holland - Cold Specks

Rotterdam, goddamn

These starving organs hem and haw

Morning of the opposed modernity

And I heard them scream

We are many, we are many

We are

And in the Hague, I did proclaim

Cause then I’ll find God in the gutter

You’ll catch the dead and bury them with old words

When the hours begin to flee I will sing, recover me

We are many, we are many

We are dust

We are many, we are many

We are dust

Into dust we will all return

Oh I, all night, I heard you sing

«Only dreamers, dead tongues, and dirty kings»

Oh I, all night, I heard you sing

«O death, where is thy sting?»

Does it feed on eager limbs?

How will the body know?

I was caught in the eye with a nightingale

Hold the water, let it burn

Some knives may dig deep

But my cold crime is clean

If I show you my hands

Will you carry the beast?

We are many, we are many

We are dust

Into dust we will all return