Methusalem
I plastered all these walls with colorI drank your tears watered with wineContented with this taste of angerRegarding this was mine
I tested all in vague proportionsI drank your tears like they were mineI dared to speak of new horizonsand blinded both your eyes with mine
Can you feel it coming?Can you feel it go?Anti Methusalem Syndrome
Misled by an angelI thought I saw the sun bleedUp my throat they crawlTo turn in little rumours
Infinite temptationFateful, formless, rareDistant condulationI know whose words they are
How dare you speak, or even moveDimorphicly disabled gesturesProphylactic tendenciesas bodies need their prostitution
My tongue was bent in all directionsCircling motion in slight confusionE-dead spies return in failureprayer after prayer (just) in case it helps
It's in our kindIt's on my mindIt's pure and holyIt's what I've done...done to you
Can you see him running?Can you see his home?Anti Methusalem Syndrome