You all want the depth
Some overwhelming god script
Some titan that will roll over you
Make you feel loved in an empty world
You want the breadth the content
A gremlin of stimulus
The twisting castle of your mind
each room an attempt at comfort
The everchanging sky laughing down at it
A fighter plane landing and fresh
You want an image food for the eyes and soul
rolling on tracks whose vibration could get you to sleep
What´s written in the everchanging sky
Far off stars that won´t exist by the time you arrive at them
Light pouring off them in phantom beams
willow wisps reflecting those false alluring lights
Through a night of breath demons
Making fun in their shadow way
Bragging of their freedom
And suddenly flinching at the horror of knowing what they became
And the hate had always insisted on a solid pact of the heart
It feels wrong to rip up the agreement and put flames to it
That the everchanging sky could pump it with oxygen
Get that fire up to a productive unfeeling speed
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