Paroles de Eurythmic March Of Man

You beat on a drum Eurhythmic in time, meant for beauty but now out of rhyme Out of sinc Out of breath The blood flies high The blood flies wide When the shadow passes, and the blood falls The altar calls Who's the Kinsman Redeemer Who's your Kinsman Redeemer I cannot just stand here and wait For the eurhythmic march of man's gifted gait Lost our pace in this race Tripped up by the current like a whore living in fantasy Like a tourniquet it wraps itself around the ankles And infects the heart until a truth bleeds a lie And the whole world cries But I would rather walk with the sheep in the shit Than with the wolves on the other side of the fence.