Vic Chesnutt - Glossolalia | Текст песни

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i am a stranger
lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness
while the meat in my chest
squeezes and teases a hulking hunger
groping in motion
balance is but a shimmering notion
and lurching compelled
my soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits
perpetually thirsting

but i bask in a beautiful byproduct
from twisting torque of dichotomy
what my eyes do see
in this spilling, dead wicked desert
it dances
born of babble
is now raison d'etre for the rabble
i sing my soul
with tongue
a sword in the sunlight
thrashing and flashing
glossolalia