The Master's Voice - Gazpacho

A piece of bread

That’s how they sold it to you

That’s what you tried to reach

Dominus domino

A taste of death

That’s how they gave it to you

That wine was laced with lead

The master’s voice is dead

You’re chasing rainbows

With nothing there instead

Silent night

My simple life

Itself a mystery

Submits on bended knee

We were wasting all those years

End of the rainbow

Broken promises

With sour wine

The silent sky

Made you free

What now your majesty?

The master’s voice is dead

The flock has scattered

Nothing there instead

There never was

We wasted all those years

Books in dark rooms

Friar’s lantern

Losing time