Life Lymph

You love yourself when you come, nobody else

The return to the womb is incomplete

Your enemies will always live around you

When the worst is still in your head

Needing a place for your brain, to rearrange itself

I yearn to be the centre and the gravity point

I carved Babel tower with golden runes

Ascending from my blood the spirits' life

My harp will have silver strings, will you ever care?

It's not the meaning what I'm looking for

Just the point of no return

Maybe only those who leave know it all

Life's lymph is still green like blood

Feels like a tree being chopped

Feels like the trip has stopped

Please scar my brain with your tongue again

Please use my life as you best prefer

Get ready, we'll walk on the edge

This time we've got nothing to share

Stop it, live it, enjoy it once again

But remember once I was so pure

So pure...