Current 93 - Anyway, People Die Lyrics
Who am I?Who do you say I am?As I hobble on to the land of the dull...Wings or wheels, wings or wheels?Now I'm like a silly boyNow I'm like the Wandering JewHe goes on, but I lingerThe rain makes...ScythesAnd the oil staggersOver watersBlue sky may stayBlue sky or greyAnd the rain fallsOn lifeOn lifeOn lifeOn lifeOn lifeAnd once you go beyondOnce you go beyondThe line betweenHumanAnd inhumanDisappearsDisappearsDisappears...How the trees standOh how the wind strivesAnd people to bendAre we left with nothing?A Cross appearsBetween the hornsOf a stagAnd burning lightBlinds the hunterAnd firstly I stood proudFuelled by white and beastThen bowed till I...Almost brokenA row of ChristsStare down on meAnd their several likenessesFlame and torch my wallsOthal, odal bloodyThen scared and scabbedWho am I?Who do you say I am?As I hobble onTo the land of the dullWings or wheelsWings or wheelsNow I'm like a silly boyNow I'm like a Wandering JewAnd he goes onAnd thus I lingerAnd anywayPeople dieAnd anywayPeople die...