letra de the greater hands of lesser sons - letter to the exiles
with the devil at my back,
giving lies in the form of dreams. unfinished.
with a heart unfinished, a body undone.
never hearing a voice or the sound of moving steps.
living life like a sickness,
i let the cancer increase.
this is how the venom works.
‘you are so broken’ that’s what you said to me.
this is restless sleep.
these are prophets’ dreams.
so when i wake what will i see,
the image of a madman before me or some holy presence?
make us calm! amongst us: a remnant of what was.
i hear the fall in the sound of walking away
with the devil at my back giving lies in the form of
dreams.
this is the recollection of what i used to be,
but as it stands this is who i am.
all my wanderings to no avail, risen now, not called to
mourn.
the sight arrested, suspended in my mind, the image of a
madman before me.
where there is nothing spirit now create!
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