Visionism — Rootwater

I, I've got my own way You've got another one All but not understanding I feel...

lost I'm broken ,now it's too late the valley of bones the place where the hope is over I stay alone I stay alone

too weak to.... inspirit the flesh

the same exertion for the lovers and exertion for the dead only six boards needed

here ,instead of the past delight- the tower of white nothingness clean as the diamond is smooth like death

( too weak to ) inspirit the flesh

There's a heat which chars lovers’ flesh there's death which opens lovers’ eyes there's a heat (too weak, too weak to go ) there's death (too weak, too weak to go ) which kills my light , (too weak, too weak to go ) the best of my flights (too weak, too weak to go )

there is, a brutal nail in the center , at the ball of the white mirror

here ,instead of the past delight- the tower of white nothingness clean as the diamond is smooth like death – I feel ...

lost I'm broken ,now it's too late the valley of bones the place where the hope is over now there's my way , my way

I follow your footsteps (too weak, too weak to go )