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from the EP "Opiate"
SWEAT
Sweating and breathing and staring and thinking,Sinking deeper and it's almost like I'm swimming.
The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and the fisherman,
And I'm trying to remember when but it makes me dizzy.
Seems like I've been here before, seems so familiar,
Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream.
It's the way you whisper.
The sun is setting cool again, I'm a thinker and a fisherman,
And I'm trying to remember when, but it makes me dizzy,
And I'm sweating and breathing, staring, thinking,
Sinking deeper and it's almost like I'm swimming.
Seems like I've been here before, seems so familiar,
Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream.
It's the way you whisper, it drags me under and takes me home.
HUSH
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.Things like, 'Fuck yourself, you piece of shit, why don't you just go kill yourself?'
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm just kidding.
People tell me what to say, what to think and what to play.
I say, 'Fuck yourself, you piece of shit, why don't you just go kill yourself?'
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm just kidding.
PART OF ME
I know you well, you are a part of me, I know you better than I know myself.I know you best, better than anyone, I know you better than I know myself.
You are a part of me.
You are just a part of me, give it up.
You don't speak, you don't judge, you can't leave, you can't hurt me.
You're just here for me to use.
I know you well, you are a part of me, I know you better than I know myself.
I know you best, better than anyone, I know you better than I know myself.
I know you well, better than one might think, I know you better than I know myself.
It's time for you to make a sacrifice.
It's time to die a little, give it up.
COLD AND UGLY
Underneath her skin and jewellery, hidden in her words and eyes,Is a wall that's cold and ugly, and she's scared as hell.
Trembling at the thought of feeling, wide awake and keeping distance,
Nothing seems to penetrate her cause she's scared as hell.
I am frightened too, I am frightened.
Wide awake and keeping distance from my soul.
I am frightened too, I am scared like you.
JERK-OFF
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong.Punishment was sure for those who dare to cross the line.
But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you.
Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole.
I'm tired of waiting.
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong.
Punishment was sure for those who dare to cross the line.
But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you,
And maybe it's just bullshit, I should play God and shoot you myself.
I'm tired of waiting.
Consequences dictate our course of action, and it doesn't matter what's right.
It's only wrong if you get caught.
If consequences dictate my course of action, I should play God and just shoot you myself.
I'm tired of waiting.
Die!
Shoot you, kick you, fuck you, shoot you in your fucking head.
OPIATE
Choices always were a problem for you; what you need is someone strong to guide you.Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, what you need is someone strong to guide you,
Like me.
If you want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me, now don't you judge or question.
You are broken now but faith can heal you, just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, what you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, let me lay my holy hand upon you.
My god's will becomes me; when he speaks, he speaks through me.
He has needs, like I do; we both want to rape you.
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now.
THE GAPING LOTUS EXPERIENCE
I had a friend once, he took some acid, now he thinks he's a fire hydrant.It's okay until he pisses on your lighter.
Kinda smells kinda cool, kinda funny, anyway.
Satan.
I had a friend once, he took some ecstasy, tried to marry me and everyone in the room.
He was sort of loving, kinda caring, kinda tried to fuck my Lay-Z-Boy.
It got a bit messy all over the curtains, armchair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting.
I'm getting bored.
from the album "Undertow"
INTOLERANCE
I don't want to be hostile, I don't want to be dismal,And I don't want to rot in an apathetic existence.
See, I want to believe you, and I wanted to trust you,
And I want to have faith to put away the dagger,
But you lie, cheat and steal, and I tolerate you.
You lie, cheat and steal, how can I tolerate you?
Veil of virtue hung to hide your method while I smile
and laugh and dance and sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
as I smile and laugh and dance and sing your glory
While you lie, cheat and steal, how can I tolerate you?
Our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic.
Our blood, our fault, I've been far too sympathetic.
I am not innocent, you are not innocent, no one is innocent.
I will not tolerate you, I will go down beside you, I must go down beside you.
No one is innocent.
PRISON SEX
It took so long to remember just what happened, I was so young and vestal then.You know it hurt me, but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive,
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Got my hands bound and my head down and my eyes closed, my throat's wide open.
Do unto others what has been done to me, do unto others what has been done to you.
I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while, my lamb and martyr, you look so precious,
Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you?
I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in sodomy, for one sweet moment I am whole.
Do unto you now what has been done to me, do unto you now what has been done.
You're breathing so I guess you're still alive, even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you?
I need you to feel this, I need this to make me whole, release in sodomy.
I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted.
Only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.
Got your hands bound, and your head down, and your eyes closed, you look so precious now.
I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit, blood and come on my hands.
I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon, you look so precious now.
SOBER
There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step I take,Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me,
Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called 'must we' just because the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done?
Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever? I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar, I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you, trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a centre in you, I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down.
Mother Mary, won't you whisper something but the past and done?
Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over.
I want what I want.
BOTTOM
Compassion is broken now, my will is eroded now,Desire is broken now and it makes me feel ugly.
On my knees and burning, my piss and moans are fuel that
Set my head on fire, so smell my soul is burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
And I have swallowed the poison you feed me, but I survive on the poison you feed me,
Leaving me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed, it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
On my knees and burning, my piss and moans are fuel that
Set my head on fire, so smell my soul is burning, and dead inside.
Shit adds up at the bottom.
If I let you, you would make me destroy myself.
In order to survive you, I must first survive myself.
I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you.
There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you.
I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain.
I use my mistakes against you, there's no other choice.
I'm shameless now and nameless now, nothing now and no one now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless, and my fear is naked.
Dead inside.
Nameless now, shameless now, nothing now, no one now.
You see me naked now, fearless now, it leaves me dead inside.
Hatred keeps me alive, ugliness keeps me alive,
Weakness keeps me alive, guilt keeps me alive at the bottom.
CRAWL AWAY
Crawled away from me, slipped away from me.I tried to keep ahold, but there was nothing I could say.
Slid away from me, crept away from me.
I tried to keep you down, but there was nothing I could say.
What you're trying to say is you don't want to play,
But what you want and what you need don't mean that much to me.
I can see your back is turning, if I could I'd stick a knife in.
This is love, this is my love for you, say you won't go.
What you're trying to say is you don't want to play,
But what you want and what you need don't mean a fuck to me.
I can see your back is turning, if I could I'd stick a knife in.
SWAMP SONG
My warning meant nothing, you're dancing in quicksand.Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in, and you may never come back again.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in,
Cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in,
Cause you're a dumbass, belligerent fucker.
I hope it sucks you down.
Wander in, no one even invited you in,
You still stumble in, suffocate, why don't you get away?
Wander in or I won't let you in, no one even invited you in,
You still stumble in, suffocate, why don't you get out while you can?
No one told you to come.
UNDERTOW
Two times, yeah.I've been struck dumb by a voice that speaks from deep beneath the endless water.
It's twice as clear as heaven, twice as loud as reason.
Deep and rich like silt on a riverbed, and just as neverending.
The current's mouth below me, opens up around me,
Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and wipes me away, but I'm so comfortable.
Shut up, you're saturating me, how could I let this bring me back to my knees?
Third time, yeah.
I've been baptised by a voice that screams from deep beneath the cold black water.
It's half as high as heaven, half as clear as reason.
Cold and black like silt on a riverbed, and just as neverending.
The current's mouth below me, opens up around me,
Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and wipes me away, but I'm so comfortable.
Shut up, you're saturating me, how could I let this happen?
Why don't you kill me? I'm weak and numb and insignificant.
How could I let this bring me back to my knees?
Euphoria.
I'm back down, I'm in the undertow.
I'm helpless and I'm awake, I'm in the undertow.
I'm diving in the undertow.
There doesn't seem no other way out of the undertow.
4°
Get up now, free yourself from yourself.Locked up inside you like the calm beneath castles
Is a cavern of treasures that no one has been to.
Let's go digging, bring it out and take you back in.
You won't do what you'd like you to do, lay back and let me show you another way.
I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it,
Take all or nothing, just too short to push it away.
Take it all, all the way in, let it go in.
You won't feel what you'd like to feel, lay back and let me show you another way.
I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it,
Take all or nothing, just too short to lose it.
Knock me down, I'll just come back running.
Knock you down, it won't be long now, all the way in.
I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it,
Take all or nothing, just too short to push it away.
Take it up, take it up higher, four degrees now, four degrees warmer.
Give in now, let me in.
You'll like this in, this brings us out.
You'll like this, it brings us closer than dying and cancer and crying.
Let's take it all, you can take it.
I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it,
Take all or nothing, just too short to lose it.
Just like it, just like that.
FLOOD
All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images, no longer comforting me.I scramble to reach higher ground, order and sanity, something to comfort me.
I take what is mine, hold what is mine, suffocate what is mine and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place now.
This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.
Thought I was high, thought I was free, thought I was there, divine destiny.
I was wrong, this changes everything.
Running away, I'm running away.
I take what is mine, hold what is mine, suffocate what is mine and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place.
The water's rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me, but the truth has come to punish me instead.
The ground breaks down right under me, cleanse and purge me in the water.
DISGUSTIPATED
(And the Angel of the Lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself, and he brought me into a vast farmland of our own Midwest, and as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear, and terror possessed me then, and I begged, 'Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?' And the angel said unto me, 'These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to them it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber, drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers, and roared, 'Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul, damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!' Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you, Jesus.)This is necessary.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on
This is necessary.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life.
(It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky. That made blue be your colour. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your colour was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this? You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and you began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. 'If God is our Father,' you thought, 'then Satan must be our cousin.' Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? When you got to your car, you tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your colour, and of course, those little people out there were yours too.)
from the album "Ænima"
STINKFIST
Something has to change, undeniable dilemma, boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.Constant overstimulation numbs me but I would not want you any other way.
Cause it's not enough, I need more, nothing seems to satisfy.
I said I don't want it, I just need it, to breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline, show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change tired moments into pleasure, say the word and we'll be well upon our way.
Blend and balance, pain and comfort deep within you til you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough, I need more, nothing seems to satisfy.
I said I don't want it, I just need it, to breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline,
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax, slip away.
There's something kind of sad about the way that things have come to be.
Desensitised to everything, what became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging til I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline, show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline, relax, turn around and take my hand.
EULOGY
He had a lot to say, he had a lot of nothing to say, we'll miss him.We're gonna miss him.
So long, we wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die, well so long.
Don't cry or feel too down, not all martyrs see divinity, but at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud, we'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart, we'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him.
We had no way to recall what it was that you had said to me, like I care at all.
But it was so loud, you sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing, and so loud.
Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud,
And I swallowed his façade cause I'm so eager to identify with
Someone above the ground, someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fucking lie.
Don't you step out of line, don't you fucking lie.
You claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
He had a lot to say, he had a lot of nothing to say.
Come down, get off your fucking cross.
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die, you must be crucified for our sins and our lies, goodbye.
H.
What's coming through is alive, what's holding up is a mirror,What's singing songs is a snake, looking to turn my piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate, killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again,
And I feel this coming over like a storm again now, considerately.
Venomous voice tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty,
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again,
And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.
I am too connected to you to slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
Without the skin here beneath the storm, under these tears now the walls came down.
And as the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade, recalling all of the times
I could have cried then, I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down, and as I look in your eyes,
My fear begins to fade, recalling all of the times
I have died, I will die, it's alright, I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
FORTY-SIX & 2
My shadow's shedding skin, I've been picking scabs again.I'm down digging through my old muscles looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly, clearing out what could have been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in.
I want to feel the changes coming down, I want to know what I've been hiding in my shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin, I've been picking my scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly, clearing out what could have been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic, insecure delusions.
I want to feel the change consume me, feel the outside turning in,
I want to feel the metamorphosis and cleansing I've endured in my shadow.
Change is coming, now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory, contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move,
Learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid,
And to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to lie, kill and give and to die,
Learn and love and to do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing, stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armour, hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow and coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow, forty-six and two are just ahead of me.
MESSAGE TO HARRY MANBACK
Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?You think you're cool, right, when you kicked those people out of the house?
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer, you know, asshole?
You're gonna be one of those. I don't have the courage to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that, I could, you know?
You know you're gonna have another accident? You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you, die, bastard, you think you're so cool, asshole.
And if I ever see your fucking face around, in Europe or Italy,
Well, that time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you, fucking Americans, Yankees.
You're gonna die of cancer, I promise.
Deep pain, no one did what you did to me.
So you want to know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls mashed in shit, bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.
Hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo.
(English translation)
HOOKER WITH A PENIS
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoosAnd claimed that he was OGT back from ninety-two, from the first EP.
And in between sips of Coke, he told me that he thought we were selling out,
Laying down, sucking up to the man.
Well, now, I've got some advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger, you should know that I'm the man,
I'm the man and you're the man and he's the man as well,
So you can point that fucking finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, and you bought one.
I've got some advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger, you should know that I'm the man.
If I'm the fucking man, then you're the fucking man as well,
So you can point that fucking finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, and you bought one.
All you read and wear or see and hear on TV
Is a product begging for your fatass dirty dollar,
So shut up and buy my new record, buy, send more money.
Fuck you, buddy.
JIMMY
What was it like to see the face of your own stability suddenly look away,Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven and she was gone, eleven is when we waved goodbye.
Eleven is standing still, waiting for me to free him by coming home.
Moving me with a sound, opening me within a gesture,
Drawing me down and in, showing me where it all began, eleven.
I was too scarred to realise that you were the voice that's been calling me back home.
Under a dead Ohio sky, eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light and wondering, where the hell have I been, sleeping, lost and numb?
I'm so glad that I have found you, I am wide awake and heading home.
Hold your light, eleven, lead me through each gentle step by step, by inch by loaded memory.
I'll move to heal as soon as pain allows, so we can reunite and both move on together.
Hold your light, eleven, lead me through each gentle step by step,
By inch by loaded memory til one and one are one, eleven,
So glow, child, glow, I'm heading back home.
DIE EIER VON SATAN
Die Eier von Satan:Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker, ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz,
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch, ein halbes Pfund Butter,
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker, ein halbes Pfund Mehl,
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse, ein wenig extra Staubzucker, und keine Eier.
In eine Schüssel geben, Butter einrühren, Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben, und den Teig verkneten.
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen, im Staubzucker wälzen,
Und sagt die Zauberwörter, 'Sim salabim bamba saladu saladim!'
Auf einen gefettetes Backblech legen,
Und bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen, und keine Eier!
(English translation)
PUSHIT
(I saw the gap again today while you were begging me to stay.Take care not to make me enter; if I do, we both may disappear.)
I will choke until I swallow, choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge or strike you down?
But you're pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you push it on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line.
You better take care not to make me enter, cause if I do, we both may disappear,
But you're pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you push it on me.
Slipping back into the gap again,
I'm alive when you're touching me, alive when you're shoving me down,
But I'd trade it all for just a little peace of mind.
Push it on me.
You're pushing and shoving and scrambling to keep my feet down on the ground.
I am somewhere I don't want to be, push me somewhere I don't want to be,
Put me somewhere I don't want to be, seeing someplace I don't want to see,
Never want to see that place again.
Saw the gap again today while you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away, and you as well, my dear.
If, when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimise my movement anyway.
I must persuade you another way.
Pushing and shoving and pushing me, there's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again, hands are on my back again.
Survival is my only friend, and I'm terrified of what may come.
Remember I will always love you, and if I claw your fucking throat away,
It will end no other way.
ÆNEMA
Some say the end is near, some say we'll see Armageddon soon.I certainly hope we will, I sure could use a vacation
from this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day, learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Fret for your figure and fret for your latté
And fret for your lawsuit and fret for your hairpiece
And fret for your Prozac and fret for your pilot
And fret for your contract and fret for your car,
It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day, learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky, followed by meteor showers and tidal waves,
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still, followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits,
And some say the end is near, some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will, I sure could use a vacation from this stupid shit, silly shit.
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied: learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon, mom's coming round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun toting hip gangster wannabes.
Fuck retro anything, fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memory.
Fuck smiley glad hands with hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses.
(Learn to swim) Cause I'm praying for rain, I'm praying for tidal waves.
I want to see the ground give way, I want to watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away, I want to see it go right in and down.
I want to watch it go right in, watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist, try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't welcome any change, my friend.
I want to see it come down, bring it down, suck it down, flush it down.
THIRD EYE
Dreaming of that face again, it's bright and blue and shimmering,Grinning wide, and comforting me with its three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling down that hole and back again,
Rising up and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
A child's rhyme stuck in my head, it said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along.
So good to see you, I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over, I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?
Shrouding all the ground around me is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory, and blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into the shadow to pull the pieces from the sand,
Which I attempt to reassemble to see just who I might have been.
I do not recognise the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar,
Like phosphorescent desert buttons, singing one familiar song.
So good to see you, I missed you so much.
So glad it's over, I missed you so much.
We came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again, I thought that you were hiding.
You thought that I had run away, chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye, and there you were.
So good to see you once again, I thought that you were hiding from me,
And you thought that I had run away, chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
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