Up The Tower - Protomartyr

I gave him a cigarette

So he opened up his head

The man forever on the corner

He called it his pre-vision:

Unhorse for me, dear sir

The marble emperor

Defenestrate the king

The howling waves of people

Crashing through the first blockade

The guards — they washed away

They thundered up the stairwell

Until they reached that golden door

They knocked upon the golden door

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

Knock it down Knock it down

The portraits in the hallway

Look better smashed upon the floor

Gaudy baubles — turned to dust

The hatred he brewed within us

Is now crashing loud upon his shore

The vultures returned to roost

What a lovely view

Horizon looks like fire

Open up the window

Let the light in

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out

What a lovely view

From the window

What a lovely dream

le di un cigarro

Así que abrió la cabeza

El hombre siempre en la esquina

Él lo llamó su pre-visión:

Descabalga para mí, querido señor

El emperador de mármol

Defenestrar al rey

Las olas aullantes de la gente

Rompiendo el primer bloqueo

Los guardias, se lavaron

Trotaron por la escalera

Hasta que llegaron a esa puerta dorada

Llamaron a la puerta dorada

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Derribarlo Derribarlo

Los retratos en el pasillo

Se ven mejor aplastados en el suelo

Adornos llamativos, convertidos en polvo

El odio que infundió dentro de nosotros

Ahora está chocando fuerte contra su orilla

Los buitres volvieron a posarse

Que hermosa vista

El horizonte parece fuego.

Abre la ventana

deja entrar la luz

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Que hermosa vista

Desde la ventana

que lindo sueño