Twist the nails out of the fingers and bones,
Cold beyond remedy
The Alien theatres of the Second Age
Tear me away from the bleeding eyes
In the everyday, I step into new oblivions!
I am filtered inward
Speak not of what was created
But what was maintained!
Far removed from the Grandfather’s chime
A tick—constricted through biology
I’ve forgotten the tiny measures
And half step into a new oblivion
I shed my skin, I shed my skin! I shed it!
Before the fires
A towering spear am I,
So far from the moonbeams
So far from the light.
The Living Dog breathes not the breath of free will
Automatic it rains
Oceans of Devil’s wire
I am smeared into the winds of a final Saturn.
Looking for his monument
I turn my back to all the names!
And pierce the daystar
As a false moon.
My mind shares no true belief
In the lunacy of flesh
In the lunacy of flesh…
My mind shares no true belief.