If there's a moment in which we all die
in which each of us cry to what god we believe in,
then I have not found it.

I am Saracen
Saul on the road
Paul by the lake
I take my disguise from the
lies I've been fed
from the streets that have led
me to here.

but I fail as we all do
and I knew it as I squandered
and threw all away.

Capture on malachite
scenes from a wedding night
imprisoned forever.

Amber is gold
sold by the bushel

they sell anything off
any old thing
down by the shore.