Fractions of self
Wrapped in cloth and remains
To keep a notion of shape
We pass by in searching
Confused of what for
Where others lay trapped in their rest
I'll be guided, I'll be guided
Through thorn and bone and suffering, I'll be guided
Fear could make myself a path. I'll be guided
Is there salvation for a God on the run?
It's tempting to burn the world, in my honor
Or to burn myself in the image of its ashen lands
Too much to know, too much to carry alone
To flee the weight, the burden, I split in many
I'd like to rip the world apart in my shadow
There is loneliness in eternity
But in drag we can embrace
Fractions of self wrapped in cloth and remains
To keep a notion of shape
They pass by in searching
Forgotten of what for
Where we lay safe in our rest
With the breath of the sea
And the rhythm of
Wind and wave
Through all of my bodies
Piled and reborn, wasted but loved,
Flowers and rot and flowers, a world of recycled ghost
Ill be guided, Ill be guided
Through thorn and bone and suffering, Ill be guided
With the perception that death
Might be completely safe
Either way if time exists
It'll take me away
What was it that I came here to learn?
The beginning is calling us again
As we fall back and forth and
