You often be alive
And sometimes get no wear,
With intention to excite
Me, but now it's not the same.
If you wanna stay with me tonight,
Pull out of flesh my twinkling soul,
Stroke it and feed it like cat from Egypt
Or otherwise better you really go home.
All of your lips are used to kiss me,
But do they feel the words of silence?
That's the best way I've found to speak.
This chant, do you hear, soul is cryin':
The things to come
Will change the world,
But to no-one
I won't belong.
No mortal man
Can lead my way.
The only guide
Is my own self.
Февраль 2012, Вильнюс
Revelation
© Copyright: Томас Макарскас, 2012
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