Ptolomaic Skies

I've been wanting to worship the upgoing sun
For oh so long.
That centuries have past My envious eyes.
Purpose. It gives you the slip.
Every time you stargaze.
All your honesty and ideals
Feel it in your bones.
IT crumbles under the redicule.

Your Faith dies under scrutiny
And you bend beyound recognition
But it is never enough for you.

I die on your ramparts time and again
And though warned before
The bitterness still bites you
You poor little boy
Because the silence is so enormous
When you try to get an ecco out of life
You wanted it to be beautiful
But nothing is big enough to matter

Your Faith dies under scrutiny
And you bend beyound recognition
But it is never enough for you.

And of course I smile like the sun
Let you dance around me like blissfully
Ignorant planets round the sun
If it makes you happy
Here is grund under your feet

Den es gehet dem Menschen wie dem Vieh
Wie dies stirbt, so stirbt er auch
Und ich wandte Mich und sahe an
Alle, die unrecht leiden unter der Sonne
Und siehe, da waren Tränen derer,
Die unrecht litten und hatten keinen Tröster.
Und die ihnen unrecht täten
waren zu mächtig

Your Faith dies under scrutiny
And you bend beyound recognition
But it is never enough for you

Ahhhhhhhh
Your Faith dies under scrutiny
And you bend beyound recognition
But it is never enough for you