© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I keep my pain shut away from the callus world, locked away deep in my
gone and secret soul. and I put on the face that says fine how are you, but
I will never pay that debt so don’t call that loan.
I can look into the eyes of my mirror, and be the nowhere of the drifter.
The mind of the matter I think therefore I am damned, till time grinds my
dreams to dust and swallows me bones to being, a plugged in pawn of
the psychosomatic system, miles away in the better lands of Venus.
I can be all nothings to nobody, a drifter’s uncensored agenda.
Dreaming down Eden trying to transpose my starless fate, walk away with
a head full of song and sorrow, the world is a catastrophe of bottomless
meaning, and a life lived in words and woes.
Yeah but the river don’t bleed me, the dreaming pulse of the drifter.