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I'm lost, I'm lost, isolated, |
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I'm drifting, I'm sifting through the sand |
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of my motherland now I pay the cost |
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Exposed to the rays of the heat |
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that are burning down my back |
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I'm crawling, then falling on my knees |
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but no-one hears my pleas. |
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I lie with the demons coming outta the sandstone, |
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vultures strip my bones and now I'm conscious |
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but yet I'm all alone |
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and all the shit I've been fearing is now appearing |
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Yes the air is screaming |
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but I'm not dreaming, no. |
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Not dreaming now. No dreaming now. |
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And after torniquet tightens on vein |
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then I begin again. |
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Retinas burn from the glare on the wing of a plane |
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Now without thinking I respond, |
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first comes to seal the bond |
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with myself and then further beyond. |
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The air, dry, breeds clear thoughts, a level head. |
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I'll be no use to my loved ones when I'm dead |
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so I pass the time learning, planning, assimilating |
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till I excel and I can tell |
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that these mountains are not a cage but a gauge |
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of all the unseen majesty |
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they will always be part of me. |
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And though I trusted and was lied to by my own |
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I bear no grudge and I carry no millstone. |
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No, I carry nothing. |
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Fucked over in a small pressurized cabin, |
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a wound is a safe place to crawl. |
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A warm place, would I throw it all away? |
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End it all? The pain is so reliable. |
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What do I remember? Old words. |
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I learn new words, absorb, explore. |
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Fall down in the dust |
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and smell the rain, metallic. |
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When I fall I will stand up again, |
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stubborn boy, |
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disease passes through me like spirits. |
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When I break I will heal |
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and when I fall I will stand up again. |
