Current 93 - Horsey lyrics

She's pouring brown gold Into her veins She lost her own way Years ago Her sister calls her From the dark side of the 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 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 room freezes over She's reading a book She's 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 wears But she dips Him in waters Confession of faith It's hard to believe you When you spit in my face I don't want to touch you I don't want to lie In the brown red gold slumber You've taken to ride I remember I was thinking Only of you But you shattered me nightly You broke all your rules I found myself falling And then And then Through the wreckage of this parched life And the pain of the next one I said "f**ing over All of this is sh**" But still the wind calls "Imperium" When you rage at the Conqueror You only rage at yourself When you torture the Anointed You only torture yourself And you've listened to Piaf But not to the Christ So you sparkle the seconds Then dissolve into mist And 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 tramway beckons Where the cold tramway stops And - Christ - I was thinking Of your bended arm "It is blue on the inside It is blue on the outside" You said, and then you 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 sleep in the sh** You've shut in yourself And Christus is Equus And Equus is God And His name flies with fury And the wind cuts through you You follow in footsteps Trod by a flower Then I wanted to hold you But You're destined to fall