
Date of issue: 17.08.2014
Song language: English
The Student |
I don’t believe in them |
but, somewhere there are gods hiding inside of their own heads |
using all of their might trying to stop their own eardrums |
from pounding out the sound of your name |
You are lightning trying to tame thunder |
leaving split second scars against the sky |
as if you were breaking the skin of something that won’t die |
My first instinct is the same as my second |
strongly reinforced as if by diamond sheeting |
that donated its glimmer to charity so that it can look dull and tough |
A shine now scuffed as if the world left a bruise on light |
I fight my instinct long enough to realize that I won’t win |
I give in surrendering to an impulse |
somewhat believing that my imprisonment will not involve torture |
if I can confess everything I know |
I know nothing |
I bring an emptiness to your need |
like a dog laying a skeleton at your feet |
bone by bone |
I lay stone all around you in a circle, |
as if any moment you will burst into flame |
and warm us long enough so that I can tell you my ghost story |
But part of me still haunts my memory |
It throws chairs against my mirrored mind |
cracking the reflections in which I once thought I would find answers |
if I reflect long enough |
There will be answers |
But like mail on a Sunday none came |
So I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up |
I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go |
I know nothing |
but I am here to learn |
Name | Year |
---|---|
A Letter to Remind Myself Who I Am | 2014 |
Specials | 2014 |
Tarot | 2014 |
Favourite | 2014 |
Time Difference | 2014 |