I lived darkness's swarming heart I felt the only thing that's true The lightness of holy art I have forgotten where to start I have built a wall between my love And my dark Now all I do is seek for you The lonely reader as morning spark Who elevates the dark with help of holy art
Travel in time and in space Travel with mind and with grace Travel beyond human or alien race Travel to the end of all Travel to give the beginning a new call We travel together, we are one, we are whole
Bullying myself around I pretend I live underground I pretend I write about divine My little corrupt mind Can't stand The gain in the game We all lost our minds for Time to close the book And start living more
Bullying myself around I pretend I live underground I pretend I write about divine My little corrupt mind Can't stand The gain in the game We all lost our minds for Time to close the book And start living more
Adherent whimsical dancer Finding solace in apathy Burning through love with hate Like a necromancer Perhaps more lonesome than most But still adverting to a skill Rather than to a kill
You cannot crusade it You cannot crusade it Till the moment you lie After it's over The richman gets sober And then all of us die You cannot crusade it You cannot crusade it You gotta know because I already have tried
I hate to say it But I have to admit I haven't got plenty saved But a bag full of mint What I'm saying It's me and the praying I have to admit Those problems I'm praying are not the best lit
Mosquito masquerade The lust for more The lust for trade Opulence of blood magic In foreigner's debate We strive for more In never ending ensemble of truth Depicted epically on faces of our youth Adam Prockstem Smith
Once upon a time In a subtle world of nine, Dear Lucinda through a dime To the bagger undermined And those words Are wholesome too In the world made originally for two. Keep it simple, keep it low, Let the whimper blow away and go.