Burden of the Angel/Beast

From the lying mirror to the movement of stars Everybody's looking for who they are Those who know don't have the words to tell And the ones with the words don't know too well Chorus: Could be the famine Could be the feast Could be the pusher Could be the priest Always ourselves we love the least That's the burden of the angel/beast Birds of paradise -- birds of prey Here tomorrow, gone today Cross my forehead, cross my palm Don't cross me or I'll do you harm [Chorus] We go crying, we come laughing Never understand the time we're passing Kill for money, die for love Whatever was God thinking of? [Chorus]