| Blood from the Air |
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| A sleeping explorer |
| his wandering mind |
| crossed over the border |
| a mind like a cemetery |
| where the corpses |
| are turning |
| where the bodies |
| twist deep |
| in the frozen grip |
| of a dreamless sleep |
| then the lowest |
| comes up like a wreck |
| from the depths. |
| He hears night calling |
| and has dreams |
| of waking |
| here in this brightness |
| that burns like |
| slow lightening |
| he sees words |
| burnt in ice |
| reads, The World is a Wound. |
| Effects of the animal — |
| Animal sound effects |
| He says, Death |
| he is my friend |
| He promised me a quick end. |
| Says, The world is in pain |
| and should be put down |
| and God is a sadist |
| and that he knows it. |
| The depths of the |
| night sky |
| reflects in his eye |
| He says, |
| Everything changes |
| And everyone dies. |
| And the night |
| slits her veins |
| and the |
| darkness drains |
| and the void |
| rumbles in like an underground train… |
| Forever comes closer |
| the world is in pain |
| we all must be shown |
| we must realise |
| that everyone changes |
| and everything dies. |
