|
I had a vision last night, my god was glowing |
|
There was another bridge on fire |
|
And the last wrecks were counted |
|
The sky opened and the blood flowed |
|
A distant cancerous season was upon me |
|
I had a hook in my back and a light to guide me |
|
My words were useless again |
|
The leftovers were playing with my memories of love |
|
I screamed at my god and he let me go |
|
I drifted silently to the desert and began to pray |
|
I came to a pile of ashes and sifted through it looking for teeth |
|
A snake spoke through me again |
|
But I could not heal their wounds |
|
I'm searching for the old spirit of war |
|
With my rough hands and a sharp knife |
|
I need something to cut into so that my god can see me again |
|
To be right again |
|
To see my shadow alone |
|
To get back to the hook a let the light burn in my soul |
|
All I've seen walking through the fire |
|
The figures in my dreams |
|
Run back on me in a psychic scar |
|
As I ride to the dawn |
