人说 要有卑微的虔诚
所以我蹲在低洼处 抬头看月亮
它圆满的形状如同闪着火光的镰刀
也许握在夜间劳作的女人手里
唰唰唰 将麦子拦腰截断
浩瀚星海下 亦步亦趋的挥舞
冰凉的双手冻得通红
如果说这是一种求索精神
恰恰是严寒世界一个不屈的神话

人说 要用冰才可止血
所以我一口一口吃自己的心

Too real, too late
Should I lie down, or stand up
Or walk around again ?
My eyes finally right opened out
My eyes finally right opened shut
To find my fount of sound
that Ears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
but We smother each other with the nettle
and Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
it Blows through our trees, swims through our sees
Flies to the last gasp we left
on this earth
It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth....
Should I die again ? Should I die around ?
The pounds of matter willing to space
I know I’ll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face
oh With my own wooden case
You with me
It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth...