Busy World (The)

Rejoice
and I have not yet arrived.I may deceive myself,but I still taste bloodwhen I swallow,but you say,"My love, my child, dry your eyes.Don't you know that what I start I will see through,see right through you,and that scares you."You see right through me."That shouldn't scare you."My face to the ground as I shuffle my unlaced shoe,and push my hands into my pockets so hard against the liningthat they threaten to break through.Heavy breathing marks the minutes keeping perfect 4/4 time.I follow cracks in the pavement back to my apartment,such straight lines...what time is it?How many ways is there to count the moon?and I have not yet arrived.I've been trying so hard to tell you that I'm dying,but I've been having a hard time explaining without lying.I had barely left the yard, but I doubled back on broken track.SongtexteEither I was weak or you were too hard a master."Faster, faster!" I cried, spitting selfishness and lies.Ten shovelfuls of dirt, and I sat and waited your return.When my legs are broken, when my wings are pinned,and blood stains the bedsheets where I tried to cut them free.I bleed, and I bleed, and I bleed.If it's the kindness of God that moves men to repentance,then I've got some penance that's long overdue.You've been nothing but faithful while I've been unableto consistently follow through.I choose;but do I choose?and yet yourefuse to lose me.Rejoice.With heads down and hands high,with one voice, with one crycreation joins you, unite;sing down the stars light.Rejoice, oh my soul,and all that is within me sings. Aus Songtexte Mania