[Lyric] Field Study (The Marble Man)

[Intro]

Dusty pleasures, sulky landscapes: always lie!
No trespassing! Patience drew a matchless eye
and cursed the day when Ymir drank his mother's milk

You're but a face above the ground.

'I think I'll poison pigeons when I'm old and bored
and market them to rats behind my garden door.
Their ghosts will wait and meet me at the cemetry
and spit upon the ashes of our century.'

You're but a face above the ground.

Why are you here, Sergeant?
Well, I came to get what's mine!

Love is a business and God is a business, I'd trade my life
for a place in the quicksand, a kick on the forehead, a bed of flies
the less the more embarrassing, the more the worse
Ladies and Gentlemen, the unwelcome urge!
You're but a face above the ground.

Why are you here, Sergeant?
Well, I came to get what's mine!
Why are you here, Sergeant?
Well, I came to get what's mine!
Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground.
Well, I came to get what's mine!
Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground.
Well, I came to get what's mine!
Why are you here, Sergeant? You're but a face above the ground.
Well, I came to get what's mine!