Letras
I watched time's sand turn into salt
As all seven oceans curdled their ghosts
Pained paint peels down and curls away
Just like the rain rusting a forgotten looking glass
It's iodide delayed like a magnetic slip streamed shadow
If we live on in energies unknown
Then this present age is no concern of mine
This lock-jawed noose-shaped galaxy that we call
Home sweet home may just be the sharpest liar we know
Now we're all as good as dead,
Like a ship without a rudder
It's enough to make even the
Bravest captain shudder
So we slipped away
To escape the grief that we uncovered
So we dove down deep into those stormy tidal pools
As the wise men screamed that we were
Naught but bastard fools
And we swam beneath that rotting gibbous moon.
When we came up for air
The heavens looked like neon fingers
Stretched above distant lands
That seemed to neither move nor linger,
And i've sold more time to the blind future
Than a shabby roulette ringer
Sideways is how I find modern truth
It's always half in lust and always half in greed
With just more copper tongues lapping disgrace
Tell me where I can find a pure heart
Silent as the snow and patient as the stars
With dreams as only fragments of art.
Is there still any mystery in the madness?
Breaking like waves on sickened empty shores
In need of some footsteps to wash away
Come listen to the censure of the stars.
Swimming through dark rivers of fluorescent dreams,
I remember what you used to mean to all of me.
A curious question appears like a flashing bulb:
"Are universes simply twinkles in the eye of G-d?"