in transit you p*ss among the strangers of the world,
paying tribute to the thief who stole away your shadow
you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells
calling liquid l*st call for solid white.
i see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin
i keep the wisdom that you need, the p*ssword that you want
i feel the stalker in your mind, the fire in your veins
no hope to be released…
i’m a mult*tude of travels to the other side,
through the broken wall i saw your fellow man
to the west of the horizon there is a bitter wind
and if you try to sense the smell of your face
for you found the keyhole but you lost your backbone
no courage left to join the march of endless time.
you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance
to their catatonic aimless lives.
so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust
and reproduce your ego too much is not enough.
you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms
to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose.
you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles
to learn the art of seeing and the tongue of the winds
so don’t you try to fool me for i watch your every move…
we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild.