In a house with a gable window
Forbidden speech in my ear,
Where the curtains are drawn together
And ravens circle around the chimney.
I'm not Judas, I'm not Jesus,
I'm not born to save the world.
Try to find your own ikons,
Try to find your point of view.
I was nailed to the cross, but still I can bite,
And it seemed to me — not I but you were crucified.
In a room with seven edges
Seven windows painted black.
Familiar demons find together.
Ashes to ashes. We'll be back soon.
Once a candle, a rising flame now,
A fire you never will extinguish.
We have blasted our own borders,
We have lost humanity.
I was nailed to the cross, but still I can bite,
And it seemed to me — not I but you were crucified.