Hey, hey child can’t really touch you
Hey, hey child can’t really feel you
Hey, hey child is this the breath of life
Hey, hey child is it a sigh of death
For all the things I might have said
For all the things we might have done
The illicit son of dream and reality
Taking a walk through the graveyards of humanity
On the colorless screen of a ruined t.v.
In the pain of a poet burning inside of me
Eli, eli, lama sabachthani!
Plastified love, ivory touch
Luxuriant embrace, caressing steel
Ghandi saved, jezebel sins
Nietzsche is heaven, tibetan monk
Blessed be the poor
Draconian kisses, wingless angels
Harlot in scarlet, immaculate conception
Vitreous stares, falling chandeliers
Withering roses, scars on the wrist
Death, our ultimate destiny
Tolling bells, silent processions
Perpetual haze, machine gun eyes
Devouring lips, madwoman’s look
Swaying hips, persuading whispers
Ambiguity within, two seconds to eternity
Our the verge of insanity
Our ultimate destiny
