Seeming - The Shadows | Текст песни

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I’m alone in the house; the power is dead
I’ve done all that I can to keep track of time in my head
But what I think of as day is a twilight away
I’m just a shade of grey in a black, black bed
And a prayer could be water, it could fill in the gaps
And a thousand Muhammeds uncork a thousand taps
But somehow I am dry; from the corner of my eye
I see real worlds die when they’re drawn onto maps
There’s a shadow that fades in and out with the light
I pretend it’s an angel, I pretend it’s a satellite
And I know of course that somewhere there’s a source
Taking color by force, dragging all into white
Now the shadow is moving and it looks like a fist
And the darkness is connecting with a pugilist kiss
And I’m flying and I’m reeling and I’m seeing through the ceiling
And the clouds are all revealing more and more as they twist
Now it’s a wolf, it’s a bullet, it’s a mother of ten
Now it’s a boulder rolling from atop the mountain again
Now it’s coercing the unwilling, it’s insidious, instilling
Need for sex and love of killing all the children of men
Now every meaning is a ghost, each number a clown
Because the blades of the engine keep spinning around
Never reaching the center, knocking but they don’t enter
Pulling from what is meant or projecting fatally unbound
When the shadows stare back, tell me what do they see?
Is there a burning bush, a lion, or a hammer in me?
And tell me is it arbitrary, the images I carry?
It’s between Marx and Mary and the shadows and me

Yes the shadows are moving
And I’m scared to know why
Yes the shadows are moving
And we’re all gonna die

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