From the album Exit Inside
Promise me nothing. I'll expect the same at best. This ain't no test. I'll be buried with the rest. Call it a waking. The four winds blowing in all sides. River running through your mind. Shelter here within eye.
The Swiftest dagger and the maker bites his tongue. Dying to be loved on a journey back to dust. Mouth without mind. Tongues that race without repress. Unconscious mess. No passion or sacred quest. Solace is coming. Soon their hearts will all breathe love and rise above. Like pillars under the sun. Attention to where you're putting your energy. Attention to words the sentence is leaving you. Attention to whys the question is who are you. Attention to time your patience is beating you. Attention to now this moments serenity. Attention to how this moment will carry you. Attention to where your footsteps are leading you. Attention to breath your spirit is freeing you. Lower your head in shame. Never forget where you came. Regardless of what's been said. Your actions have spoken instead. Desire disease the lie. Only the strong will survive. Seductively shackled embrace. Possessing the mind with a taste.