Good morning: How are you? I have called to say I saw you dreaming of conquests Of large wars, bigger walls: But: I am pleased to say: Your houses are dead Your children are full of flame The horses are dead and the butterflies fall God is abroad The wind is in the air And from the depths I point at us all
Good morning
The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters And painting eyes on the walls With tongues dipped in blood Arise arise full of eyes of eyes And from the depths I call to us all
Good morning I have seen the face that lies I have seen the lips that smile With false smiles arise arise Look look: I have read a book a book That has spelt out the future
And from the depths I see a king arise arise With on his forehead many eyes eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud of wings Arise arise from eyes from eyes And a number is sss6een is sss6een is sss6een
From the depths beauty And from the depths loss From the depths from the depths I have called and added and have seen you all Your children are dead and waiting for you