| Windows in a silent room, sunlight burns the walls to black
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| Angles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows crack
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| Reflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheet
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| The ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet
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| The film is just a snake design and the photographs are fading fast
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| These are not memories of mine I have no future, no past
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| I’ve seen a thousand afternoons dissolve into the night
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| Like sugar crystals on a spoon they disappear from sight
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| Gray days from the crispest morning to the warmest afternoon in this room
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| And I like to draw the face I saw so long ago
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| My image in the mirror tells the jagged lines which way to go
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| The black and white description of the sole survivor of the Holocaust
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| All the rest were lost
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| Do you see this paper face? |
| It has no color or no mood
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| My eyes are ageless, as am I. I need no sleep, I need no food
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| I am a king, but like a child the other children laugh at me
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| Tongues of fire, wagging wild they dance around me merrily
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| I’ll kill them all and if I fail I’ll kill whoever I can find
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| Then they’ll beg me to be kind
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| My eyes have seen far more than eyes can ever tell
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| This planet plunged through mushroom fires of earthly hell
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| I know that my sweet Jesus said that he’d return
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| But Babylon has fallen and the cities burn |