I'm coming out of the void. Along a spiral trace. Escorted by a thousand souls. Remembered but still unknown.... I don't need wings. To reach the sky.
Oh how I lived the game. When we were dancin' on bridges. High above rivers of tears and. The lightness of innocence gave us wings. We were sleepin' covered.
They tore me down, they threw me out. They shot my mouth. They enslaved my mind, they blocked my way. Holding me back with their stupid game. . Hand on trigger, Phantom face.
With wounded knees. And the musty scent. Of incense in her hair. Captured by the barbed hook. Of eternal devotion. Stigma bleeds. In the book that leads.
See me become a snake. Wrapped around your neck.... See me become a spike. Pushed deep in your flesh.... Feel me become a tongue. Gliding softly down your spine....