Songtext von Beggars & Children

Beggars & Children The beggar takes a wife, takes her right on cue This mountain is growing, growing as I climb Architect of poverty, that crystallized endowment Ripped from home into the wreckage of heaven Hunger hiding behind the sheltered, wicked feast The paradox of consumption: even blood evaporates The child open wide knows his world in one dimension Before he cries that final unconsolable tear Architect of poverty, that crystallized endowment Ripped from home into the wreckage of heaven Hunger hides behind the sheltered, wicked feast The paradox of consumption: even blood evaporat.