Stagnation

To thomas s. Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise enough
To spend all his fortunes in burying himself many miles beneath
The ground. As the only surviving member of the human race, he inherited the whole world.

Here today the red sky tells his tale
But the only listening eyes are mine
There is peace amongst the hills
And the night will cover all my pride
Blest are they who smile from bodies free
Seems to me like any other crowd
Who are waiting to be saved.

Wait, there still is time for washing in the pool
Wash away the past
Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above
Smiling at my tears
Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home
Keep outside the night
The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead
Somehow.

And each will find a home
And there will still be time
For loving my friend
You are there.

And i will wait for ever, beside the silent mirror
And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy water.

I, i...said i want to sit down
I, i...said i want to sit down
I want a drink i want a drink
To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat
I want a drink i want a drink
To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts
I want a drink.

Then let us drink
Then let us smile
Then let us go.