What is human? Is there really nothing but seeing or seen The voice is wordless tissue The fog from Heart of Glass Listen to the lips, they feed you The voice is a second flesh that cannot be seen This body is not for vision, the seer cannot go there
But the tongue is upon for the restless An indecipherable alphabet Each word an island less And we speak in tongues from Part to parts, broke all to parts From invisible state, to invisible state
Where do I end? In the flames or in the ashes? My body is the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
