Letras
From the oceans of our inherited memory
It is coming
Its name is tattooed along our neural paths
And around the totems of our spinal chords
It is coming back
It is coming back
It is coming back
It is coming back
In the shape of a ghost
As a swarm of flies
In a sea of blood
On a mountain high
In the shape of men
As a little child
As a bat, a foam, a light, a smell, a sign
Its molecule messengers
Gather in the depths of our nervous system
And under the vein archways
Of our hematocidal hallways
In the oceans of our inherited memory
They are still inside us
In the oceans of our inherited memory
It is coming back
In the shape of a ghost
As a swarm of flies
In a sea of blood
On a mountain high
In the shape of men
As a little child
As a bat, a foam, a light, a smell, a sign
In the shape of Ra