that they won't be able to remember my face.
Darkest of all light, most greedy to embrace,
surrounded by demons and breathing in life.
"I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord...
though his hands I am, I have forgotten
how to hear or understand his words..."
Between tides the time seems endlessly,
the force of habit or whatever pulled me back
into a well-known pain.
What uses the knowledge of my progressions
when the old world is gone ?
Without a new "inside", with my new-found life,
I am homeless again...
I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord.
Through his flesh I am, I have forgotten how to hear
or understand his words..."
I am falling down, back to the lowest spheres...
Do you know my name? Did you answer? I just cannot hear...