Michael Is Done Songtext
von Swans

Now Michael is done, stripped bare of pretense
Soaking his sheets while counting insects
He′s a grid on the sun, he's the hate in the love
Every hole is a leak when Michael does speak

But Michael will win, there′s a flame on his tongue
His words are burned meat, to muscle and rend
Now Michael will cloak every raft in his moat
To speak is to choke, to leave is to come


When the other has come, then Michael is done
Is done, is done, is done, is done
Is done, is done, is done, is done
Is done, is done, is done

While cracking his lens, he is breaking his hands
Growing wings from his back, Michael sinks in his sack
When Michael is gone, some other will come
When the other has come, then Michael is done
Is done, is done, is done, is done
Is done, is done, is done