@migu music@

we are but prisonersof waterfallswe stand on broken ribs.

Faces to the glass,we drown.

Heavy mileage on our minds,we wrap the earth in cerebral folds.

And the corpse we carry reallyis a weight we'd like to throw.

We love the strange new animals,we love the fearful plantsbut we all surrenderturpentine to rid us of our pasts.

You would walk the rotten hillside,you would taste the clouds bellow.

But the world you walkis running water throughvalleys in palms of hands.

We all know we will berespected by greed and deathand loathed by clarity

Jettisonedemotions flood the banksthe valleys overflow.

If onlymemory served us better,we could swim to dry our souls.

We're suicidal swans.

We're silence,in throats we creep.

You'll know us bythe shaking groundwhen ideas emerge from the deep.

Dolphins have more dignity.

A sleepwalking helicopter,gracefully deceased.

Beauty makes the blind weep.

To describe a song in coloris a portrait's symphony

The light drips on closed eyelidsthrough holes in weathered sheets.

Curiosity stands up wherestrange faces hide and seek,swarming the webs of electricitythat dragnet the city;confusing power with dutyin a place with trees like origami.

Monstrous theories dance with nightmareson the horizon absolute equinox.

Listening to history in the present,planets approach with lupine walks.

We're suicidal swan.

We're silence,in throats we creep.

You'll know us bythe shaking groundwhen ideas emerge from the deep.

We're suicidal swan.

We're silence,in throats we creep.

You'll know us bythe shaking groundwhen ideas emerge from the deep.

Offering flowers to the dirtlike paralyzed dancers we declineand smile and flee.

But, with years of past devotion,the crushing atmosphereis bitter-sweet.

Haaaa.......(SOLO)

In my waterfall,here,in hearth, i'll slowly disappear.(SOLO)