Testo di Funeral

I see the sparrows are gathering and singing all in unison I see the burglars are sharing their spoils and growing into wealthy men I see the product of this timeline running circles around old wisdom And in the mirror although I try to fight it I see who i'll be and who I've always been I see tired traditions and dead letters pulling the wool over eyes Of children led by leashes through labyrinths so far from anything divine I see the council men counting their coin and lining tired workers in rows And then calling out the sick and tell them they must continue work If they expect a funeral.