Power of genes...
Those we inherited from our starving ancestors
And stored them in our bones
For when the fierceness in your Peridot eyes meet the smoldering desires in mine
I, from the world of pumping fists and communal bonding
Am lying in the grave of my dead desires
Waiting for a revolution
Saut dans le vide
Five fingers of fire
My chest cracked open
You surrounded my kingdom with songs, torches and déjà vu
I am Aura! I have crossed oceans in search for the King of standing oppositions!
The God of cynic melodies and bitter poetry
I launch the army of mine
To erase the golden dust that is covering your perfect posture, with my
You key my Johnny cash/June carter fantasies
Patterns start squirting out of my fingers
I devour muse again
But [Bjork - I’m gonna keep it to myself
This time] -
The twirl of passing moments ...
The heavy air of early morning rain I have known for a thousand years
Forms ivy covered Achaemenid pillars in my lungs
I am the admiral of those faces carved in the stone!
Without my armour
Without my muscles
I am all just the bones of my starving ancestors
I stand there bare
Lean into your arms
And I feel the spears in your back
Way too deep in your spine
I want to turn you around and pull them out
And hear you cry!
And then cradle you like a bear cradles her cubs!
But I am a hunter... hypnotized by the spiral of your sensations
I want to lick your wounds like a lioness does!
But I am only a lonely knight loyal to the kings that are all gone
I lean into your arms
You’re lean enough for my arms to reach all the way back to the spears
That are way too deep in to your spine
And I ache with you
As the devil whispers his separation song
As I bow to the cruel universe
To ... the permanent marks it has left on the chambers of your heart
I cry for days, and nights
And I picture you on my way
On and off of stages
Over and over again
You were the resistance song
The silent revolution
My bones were starving for
I cry just to wash away the collection of the past and make your image reflect the fire within, burning us both down
But my tears, my tears just inflame that fire
I picture you on my way
I yet have to discover
where in my bones I stored your power