Is the light of the light

Monumental
Or something?

White on white

Is a vampire
In the mirror

Eternal?

Like hell
We are

All dressed in black

We dug our own graves
A long time ago

Love god harder
From behind the red

Flames of the dragon
With seven heads

Directing angels
To blow the horns

Going down faster
Than the light

Going down deeper
Than the dark

Blood of the god word
Spoken in tongues

That we may see the end
Of the babel tower

Fucking heaven
To kingdom come

A god is born and others die. What is
has neither come nor gone, but error moves.
Today we have exchanged eternities
and what is past no novelty improves.

Blind knowledge is working at useless ground
and crazy faith is living the dream of its liturgy
a new god is a word - or the mere sound
don't seek and don't trust, for all is mystery.

You are
From the heart
Of it all

The light
From the love
In the night

The sight
From the white
In the eye

Crying
From the inside
The fear

In the face
From the mother
The grace

The river
From the blood
Of the world

You become
From the two
The thousands

My little one
From the earth
It all ends

For the record

No one will understand
What it is all about

The dead name
Backwards

Amen

It just happened
A long time ago

33 years

Again and again and again
What is it all about

It is a promise
Of a lifetime

Never recorded

It is the two

They turn the pages
Of the same book

It means nothing to them

The pages turned by the one
Is turned back by the other

It is the truth

They know it by heart
By the nothing inside it

It is nothing inside it

The book is the heart of them
The book is the heart of them

Out of nature
Something bloody

A body

Put to life
For a moment

Ambulent

In the light
Of the dark

Ambrosia

In need
Of help

A heart

Taken away
In a moment

Ambulance

Hospital doors open
A great white

Who is here
To hold your hand

In the dark
Where no one

Answers the phone
Speaking of the dead

When the red light rings
Don't be alarmed

Someone is dying
With no one to talk to

Other than those carried
Down the corridors

Open in the end
End in the open

And the sun is
Waiting

Call the police
Radio paranoia

All is over
Under the skies

Nothing is working
For god's sake

Can you help me?
We are alone

Over and out
Of control

The dead bodies
The world white

Interrupting
Truth is a hospital

Please be patient
Hold the line