Full of empty shells
These cliffs upon which I stand
Stretch out forever
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Full of empty shells
These cliffs upon which I stand
Stretch out forever
Stretch out forever
Every direction I turn
Nothing but the void.
Nothing but the void
Can comfort me now. Nothing.
Emptiness I crave.
emptiness, I crave
evrything and anything
now I want it all
Now, I want it all.
The hunger grows rapidly.
We all must obey.
We all must obey
Our innermost desires
Else suffer later
Else suffer later,
Myopia shrouds the truth:
The sun shall blind us
The sun shall blind us
Sentencing us to dark lives
Under a bright sky.
Under a bright sky
Sand makes graves, quartered moon will
Stretch across the sea
Stretch across the sea
Who will be helping us then?
Who will guide us through?
Who will guide us through
Fields of endless splendour
Clothed in golden earth?
Clothed in golden earth
my tea reflects sunlight on
walls made out of clay
Walls made out of clay
Compacted with old soldiers;
Their unwanted bones.
Their unwanted bones
Clear of sensation and sin;
Smell of cinnamon
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To be is not to be. (Upanishad)
Smell of cinnamon
olfactory fire sets
allergies ablaze