If it weren't for our treaty with the pain
we'd find it harder, so much harder to stay sane
if it weren't for that mystery train
there'd be nothing for us, nothing but the chains
we're the terrorists for magnetism
we're the atheists for godliness
we're the healers of the schism
we're looking through you
but we don't care
we're nothing to you
there's no pain that we can't bear
we're the healers of the schism (2x)
if it weren't for the fulness of the feast
we'd simply go out there and gladly back the beast
if you weren't even frightened in the least
you would never think or dream of training priests
refr. 1 + 2
if the sadness wouldn't simply wring us dry
and too much gladness couldn't easily make us cry
we wouldn't be here, we wouldn't even try
to be as true, to be as real as you and I
refr. 1 + 2
Nieuwjaarsnacht 1979-80
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