Brains on the Tarmac Songtext
von Bedsore

The deluge rages
The water pours slowly on the windscreen
As a clot of blood
A shapeless mud that exacerbates my movements
A choking voice on the phone
Tells the arrival of a dimension of sorrow
Finally i can admire
It the design
Of an open head on the tread


I see the stars
Bleeding
Their incessant flow swallows my gaze
My empty white eyes meet each other
I see the stars
Crumbling
My frail and tired legs
Will rest
Will rot
And now the wooden raft
Cuts through the pond among
The water lilies

Above the dead body
The incense on the hands
The butterflies on his wounds, on his griefs
It has never been so resplendent
She has never been so beautiful