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ImploderFrom the pikes of the Inkas,from the abysses of Pamir From the Alps of the Old world, some things are clear, some things are not In the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain't I see a throned spirit and 24 elderly saints I feel beyond morals like Frederick, the moustached whipper I dream of a heavenly vessel, where god would be the skipper But I'm scared for it darkens, I sense powers come aloose And I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin without a flipper From here I can see all the good of the world All the bad of the world, anything of the world I see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the skies I see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and demise But what I thought was without is now gathering within It's floating on inwards as the chaos begins And when I'm swallowed by turmoil, outside new life sprouts The sun's coming back - I fade and go out |