| I shake the dust from off myself |
| And set my face like flint. |
| Scorch the thorns entangling me And pull me closer into you, |
| Because this city’s full of devils |
| And the streets clad with coal. |
| I remember every waking day |
| As I chewed on your soul. |
| On and on, |
| A recollection of our failure |
| On and on, |
| Forget the past, we’re moving onward. |
| Tell my devils I’m never coming back |
| I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel ashamed. |
| I can see that your motives are not pure, they’re not yours! |
| Throw the stones, they weigh heavy in your hands! |
| Throw the stones, they weigh heavy in your hands! |
| On and on, |
| A recollection of our failure. |
| On and on, |
| All the people crushed on the threshing floor. |
| I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel ashamed. |
| This body, a burning building, |
| It’s nothing but flesh and bone. |
| This body, a burning building, |
| Turn and run or face the hounds. |
| Face the hounds! |
| Tell my devils I’m never coming back. |