On opening my eyes… | |
The world dark as my soul… | |
Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
A dream of a dead man | |
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth… | |
Lichen grows on my bones… Vertebrae detach… | |
Teeth lost in the grit | |
The night has swallowed my name… | |
Taken my time, taken my place | |
The dusk has covered my trace… | |
The rain has washed my memories away | |
I have disappeared… | |
I am no more… Turned into voice of storm | |
The roaring song of space… | |
Behold the waves… They roll over themselves | |
Behold the waves… There lies the lap of time |
On opening my eyes | |
The world dark as my soul | |
Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
A dream of a dead man | |
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth | |
Lichen grows on my bones Vertebrae detach | |
Teeth lost in the grit | |
The night has swallowed my name | |
Taken my time, taken my place | |
The dusk has covered my trace | |
The rain has washed my memories away | |
I have disappeared | |
I am no more Turned into voice of storm | |
The roaring song of space | |
Behold the waves They roll over themselves | |
Behold the waves There lies the lap of time |
On opening my eyes | |
The world dark as my soul | |
Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
A dream of a dead man | |
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth | |
Lichen grows on my bones Vertebrae detach | |
Teeth lost in the grit | |
The night has swallowed my name | |
Taken my time, taken my place | |
The dusk has covered my trace | |
The rain has washed my memories away | |
I have disappeared | |
I am no more Turned into voice of storm | |
The roaring song of space | |
Behold the waves They roll over themselves | |
Behold the waves There lies the lap of time |