in transit you pass among the strangers of the world

paying tibute to the thief who stole away your shadow

you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells

calling liquid lust

call for solid white



I see the stalker in your face

the secrets of your skin

I keep the wisdom that you need

the password that you want

I feel the stalker in your mind

the fire in you veins

no hope to be released



I'm a multitude of travel to the other side

through the broken wall I saw your fellow man

to the west of the horizon there's a bitter world

and if you try to sense the smell of your face

for you found the keyhole

but lost your backbone

no courage left to join the march of endless time

you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance

to their catatonic aimless lives



so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust

and reproduce your ego too much is not enough

you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms

to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose



you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles

to learn the art of seeing and the tounge of the winds

so don't you try to fool me for I watch your every move

we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild