Stranger, you live
This voice is yours
it's you that I hear and see
All that crawls in this pit
All the life, parasites and worms
Are but a dust for the tempest
A waterdrop for the fire
Yes it is all nothing and none
Hollow reflector and moving deceit
With its roots plunged in nowhere
Yes it is all none and nothing
A hole filled with temporary pulse
with the essence of a trader
But this hole is within
It carved its home, created condition
And a structure, a building
Celebrating its inhabitant
Then he started his work, set the price
Opened the doors, put the signs
With a confident smile on his face
and the stench of the holy ground
He began to spread his word around
Stranger, I saw thee
As you spoke with the whores
I heard your voice and felt your limbs
moving and making noise in the pit
My hands are cold
I'm freezing in the wind
a stray dog, thin to the bone
eating dust, sleeping on stones
My hands are cold
I'm lurking in the dark
in lightless cellar of dripping moisture
Neglecting every pain and pleasure
What is the cost of searching
for The Eye
This faint, hurt and sorrow
The love of no tomorrow
What is the price of craving
to reach behind it all
Piercing through the present
Gazing into the darkness of the abyss
To reject the offers of the trader
Through scope to watch the stranger
With the rifle pointed into the mirror
To pray not for the salvation,
For this pity dealer and whore
To ask not for the heaven
for it is the ultimate pleasure
and the kingdom of the joker
that wears the crown of paper
I shiver not from the cold
that pierces this body and soul
But from thy presence, Lord
So firm, silent and bold
I tremble not from the weight
of the shadows under my skin
But from thy light
Shining so deep and bright
Nothing more to see,
Nor something to discover
In this hollow chamber, this hole
No one could be found,
To dig up the mountains and to swim in the volcanoes,
to conquer the hell and taste the bliss of heaven
All is nothing
I am the hole
You are the Eye
