The Great Abductor 가사

I have to bear my Monday morning cross like a yoke towers its burden As I'd trail an engine and the machinist with the sulphur-breath laughter He's whipping me into the opposite direction He's whipping me but I would tend to you But I want tend to...you They nail my mistakes on me and I make them part of the system I wear them as my crown of thorns, attach them, archive them Repeating my mistakes like a stuck turntable Following the leader this is the task It seems to me the tyrant-masks are more transparent It seems to me they're not disturbing in the mass Honor and morality For them do not mean anything, Are easy to annihilate as a tag I hope these railways will erode, I feel the machine clogging it grinds the grain harder more and more Behind me on wagons More thousand Monday morning Jesuses follow in screaming They want to lead, they want to crawl Till their nails splinter in blood, till the coal chews their bone... Till the coal chews their bone They're whipping me into the opposite direction They're whipping me and I will tend to you Always slower I drag the gear, Sinking under the weight I trail ...But I crawl to you Till the coal chews my bone