Methusalem — Diary of Dreams

Anti Methusalem Syndrome

I plastered all these walls with color I drank your tears watered with wine Contented with this taste of anger Regarding this was mine

I tested all in vague proportions I drank your tears like they were mine I dared to speak of new horizons and blinded both your eyes with mine

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it go? Anti Methusalem Syndrome

Misled by an angel I thought I saw the sun bleed Up my throat they crawl To turn in little rumours

Infinite temptation Fateful, formless, rare Distant condulation I know whose words they are

How dare you speak, or even move Dimorphicly disabled gestures Prophylactic tendencies as bodies need their prostitution

My tongue was bent in all directions Circling motion in slight confusion E-dead spies return in failure prayer after prayer (just) in case it helps

It's in our kind It's on my mind It's pure and holy It's what I've done...,done to you

Can you see him running? Can you see his home? Anti Methusalem Syndrome