Текст песни: The Nazarene + перевод

Nazarene, in the dark but desperate to be seen

Huffing enmity amphetamine

Until you’re never coming clean

Your bantams wait to gorge on bits that you regurgitate

A harpy’s frenzy you can never sate

With only phantoms to eviserate

You wore your thorns; you were the lonely one

But you waged a war against your only son

You who would make a gift into a gun

Won’t make a peace — this thing has just begun

Quisling, oh Brutus, oh, you Judas, of thee, I sing

Me, who you accuse of the same thing

Who do you deem you’re punishing?

You bore your thorns, but you weren’t the only one

And you waged a war against your holy son

You who would make a gift into a gun

Don’t take the peace — this thing has just begun

Bright cadet — he ain’t seen the trenches yet

Or what’s beyond the wire, and I’ll bet

This is as far as he will get

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