© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
There are so many things I don't know and many more I wish I didn’t,
the world is a signal on my line changing from minute to minute,
unending beauty as the unnerving mortal coil unwinds, my future is a
refugee and accepts what petty charity it finds.
And so I am the bitterness of broken parts, that have been scattered
and cannot find their center, yet sees the beauty of all beauties, and
hesitates like an unworthy to enter.
And the heat that fused the core, is now the light upon the shore, I am
almost me and you are almost you, sunk in the pity and the joy of
The wrong of me is the struggle for the truth in this, and the sex in me
is the lust for the flesh in her kiss, and I can rise like a new world from
the wreckage of creation, be as wise as a blood and guts god inviting
Now is the bane of time’s wound, the point of no passage where we are
marooned, no knowledge of what; only desire to, fathom the depth of
this unbelievable blue.
A man lives in the same cage with his particular pain, rolls the stone as
long as he is able and sane, as a young man dreams of all his life will
never be, as an old man realizes he was always free.
Things are not the way they are, they're the way we made them, more
at the mercy of the weather man’s plot, than the weather’s whim.
This life; the sum of all things bleeding, the agony of false prophet
breeding, but all we victims of the night’s coup, still wake every
morning to a sky of unbelievable blue.