| I’m lost, I’m lost, isolated
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| I’m drifting, I’m sifting through the sand
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| Of my motherland now I pay the cost
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| Exposed to the rays of the heat
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| That are burning down my back
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| I’m crawling, then falling on my knees
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| But no-one hears my pleas
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| I lie with the demons coming outta the sandstone
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| Vultures strip my bones and now I’m conscious
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| But yet I’m all alone
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| And all the shit I’ve been fearing is now appearing
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| Yes the air is screaming
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| But I’m not dreaming, no
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| Not dreaming now. |
| No dreaming now
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| And after torniquet tightens on vein
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| Then I begin again
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| Retinas burn from the glare on the wing of a plane
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| Now without thinking I respond
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| First comes to seal the bond
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| With myself and then further beyond
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| The air, dry, breeds clear thoughts, a level head
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| I’ll be no use to my loved ones when I’m dead
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| So I pass the time learning, planning, assimilating
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| Till I excel and I can tell
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| That these mountains are not a cage but a gauge
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| Of all the unseen majesty
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| They will always be part of me
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| And though I trusted and was lied to by my own
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| I bear no grudge and I carry no millstone
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| No, I carry nothing
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| Fucked over in a small pressurized cabin
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| A wound is a safe place to crawl
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| A warm place, would I throw it all away?
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| End it all? |
| The pain is so reliable
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| What do I remember? |
| Old words
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| I learn new words, absorb, explore
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| Fall down in the dust
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| And smell the rain, metallic
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| When I fall I will stand up again
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| Stubborn boy
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| Disease passes through me like spirits
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| When I break I will heal
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| And when I fall I will stand up again |