hooves/horsey

		horses are riding
		horses are riding
		hooves are shining
		hooves are shining
		maims are flying
		maims are flying
		the rubble's bloody
		the hooves are bloody
		
		hooves
		hooves
		hooves
		hooves
		
		horses are riding into her arms
		she lost her own way years ago
		her sister calls her from the far side of night
		and she falls with that call 
		
		it's the only way out 
		she tells me i love you
		but it's only a game
		so she slides through the silence
		she's fixing her time 
		to fall back into darkness
		again with a smile 
		don't touch me i'm falling
		she laughs in the night
		don't touch me i shall return
		when the wheel comes around 
		you see we're all born to suffer
		we're all born to fall
		in a grey-shaded world 
		that calls us to zero
		
		her mother's mouth slits
		her father lies taken
		she touches my body
		but i crouch up to die
		down the ramblas we're walking
		in Reykjavik we're talking
		the snow is moon-cold
		the roof freezes over
		she's reading a book
		she finished it years ago
		she's tearing up paper 
		she's tearing up life
		but she only starts thinking 
		when her blood is brown 
		
		gold is the colour she promised me she'd wear
		but Christ's blood turns black
		his body she bears
		when she dips him in waters
		confession of faith
		it's hard to believe you
		when you spit in my face 
		and i don't want to touch you
		i don't want to lie
		in the brown red gold slumber
		that you've taken to ride 
		
		i remember i was thinking 
		only of you
		but you shattered me nightly
		you broke all your oath
		i found myself falling
		and there
		and there
		and then
		through the ruins of this parched life
		and the pain of the next one
		i said fucking over 
		all of this is shit
		but still the wind calls
		imperium
		
		when you rage at the conqueror you only rage at yourself
		when you torture the anointed you torture yourself
		and you've listened to Piaf but not to the Christ
		so you sparkle for seconds then dissolve into mist
		the fog closes in and you think about Crowley
		you think it's a game
		but the game is just you
		when shall you stop hiding in the heart of your night
		when the cold trapway beckons
		when the cold trapway stops
		and Christ i was thinking of your bended arm
		it's blue on the inside
		it's blue on the outside
		you said and then buckled as if you might die
		there's no point in living
		there's no point in life
		
		and sometimes i hear you at the back of my mind
		and a golden door opens but no light appears
		there's spit on the bridle and there's blood on the saddle
		and you slip in the shit you've shat in yourself
		and Christus is Equus and Equus is Lord
		and his name flies with fury and the wind cuts through you
		you following footsteps that shed by a flower
		then i wanted to hold you but you're destined to fall