Currents

I have gone through prisons which opened up to all the
Terrible currents of this world
In my choosing them, I oppose all love and other such penalties
Determined by the law beneath that which is golden

I know not how to fly to you,
A bit of my heart is still burning

In my miserable existence
I have learned to be the god of darkness
Who dare not pray too deeply at the center of hopeless grief
The bonds which tie me were meant to protect,
But I have been a good boy for far too long now

An awakening of chaos through the womb,
My brain against my will, against the wall
In the heat of sleep and lives lost too soon, or too late
I also lament
Twisted mind, soul of dirt,
Tears hidden in dull contentment

A voice echoes through the land of mind fear
"Hope will soon fall"

Wasted fingers torn from fear
Beating the retreat
Unconscious recognition of the ego
Mother/Fucker

At last the tongue achieves the dialect
And now we may speak in knowing pinpricks
We know the lingo/logos

Screw you all!
Me, I, any ear, any ear that hears
There is no time for eternity
There is no time for eternity
Believe me, there is no time for eternity

Ego
Mother/Fucker
There is no time for eternity
We who know the lingo, the logos
There is no time
Screw you all!

Ego
Mother/Fucker
Ego
Mother/Fucker
Ego
Mother/Fucker
Ego
Mother/Fucker

There is no time
I have gone through prisons which had opened up to all the
Terrible currents of this world
In my choosing them, I oppose all love and other such penalties