Lyrics
RIVER WITH NO NAME
Mornings bathed in suicidal showers, adrift upon the bone bending hours, mirror cast an impersonation of me, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to see.
My life is a river with no name.
Meaning in function and flow, rhetorical death rattle whines the little know, is the appetite reconstruction or ruin, we just feed the void with this habit of doing.
My life is a river with no name.
In silent cathedrals of hope I lay my sacred pain, travel skies of many days; the river pushed by the rain, eternity is just god blinking and the machine goes soft, and the cell of a dream and a ghost in the flight of an angel aloft.
Deliverance of static motion, the dead end of the unknown ocean, fathoms in this god guessing game, drowning in a river with no name.
Jan02
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