The reptile has shed its skin
The scales, scattered away like time
Strange hours abound
Gold glimpsed in the afternoon scenery
Visions of Mexico; empty house and wooden furniture

Meanwhile, the strings are being cut by the blade
Disconnection, a brief bright flash of the cold
And He opened his eyes
Awoken in the darkness, an aztec paint on his face

Glass sphere and this odd scenery
The surface, like a cosmic journey,
Smooth and vast,
With the Sun's kiss on its cheek

The city-man came back to his house
After a day of working
He took an everyday shower
And during the shower, he screamed.
Screamed, 'cause he found a tick
A little black tick, with his tiny legs
Sticking out in a still, terrifying manner

The city-man turned off the shower,
And jumped out, pale and scared
He pulled out the tick
And flushed him away

Not much were his efforts worth
Few days later, the red alert
There's no return
The red alert
No return, no return, no return

                                                   "Not much were your efforts worth,
                                                    I've burrowed underneath your brain
                                                    So watch the slow and painful growth,
                                                    And your mind stray off its lane."

And so the tick kept singing his song
On and on, long long long
And thus the man turned his head to face the Moon.

I slowly draw your smell
Rain, wet hay, dying fire.
Move my fingers through your thick hair

as the years pass by,
The patina grows thicker,
And the eyes no longer glitter
Have you kept your precious metal locked
Deep inside?
As the rain was falling,
Murdering the Ember?

Heat,
Is what I crave
Smoke, smooth lights
Don't let the cold
Fill your hands, my love

Voices mumbling from the other side,
A thousand languages torture my mind;
Jail of sandstone and steel is where I hide.

Here I sit
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
And the worms that feed of these.

So I've wandered, I've wandered
All the way, to the End of the Night
The gloomy, blurred colours were all around
An aura of dim greenish-blue light
Infused with the spirit grey

My days of infancy, here I am to embrace you
The air is hot, succulent as the life itself
Everything's vibrating, the liquid chromas
Like a surface, I touch it with our soul
I've strayed to this place, overwhelmed by
The black of the Night, like tar,
I slowly swim in it; feasting on the moment
Short flashes of stars
I'm in a realm of Life
In a realm of broken lines
I tell you, there are no lines
No lines no more,
The Kiss