Forever Falling
Sunday Mournin’ (Ars Medicata)

Sunday Mournin’ (Ars Medicata)

While dreadfully seeking through my mind
For an arousing impulse of some kind,
I come across myself asleep;
They shock like fuck: I searched too deep!

But I just love myself asleep
And I convinced them: ’It-s a gift!’
But no machine can understand
The nightmares of a crazy man…

Their trades of flesh blossom like spring
As I rise wounded from within:
“Do not disturb a sleeping sheep!
That step’s the last, that step’s a leap!”

Oh you’ll come cheap someday you know
And then I’ll barter for your soul
That day is near and you’re away
Come closer now… I’m here to stay…

Lasă un răspuns

Adresa ta de email nu va fi publicată. Câmpurile obligatorii sunt marcate cu *