Из альбома: Brief Strop
It's so cold
I am suspicious without a storm
Here on my farm
It is harvest and the sun is warm
And I yearn for upheaval
Oscillation of the depths
The water's calling
And there is flood warning in all my steps
I am leaving light behind
To find the equal in my mind
To find the equal in my head
Where all the boys contributed
More than tangles in my sheets
Breakfast shadows in the streets
To make it safe so I won't drown
One more time in eiderdown.
Tiptoe below
It is dark and the water's cold
And I see shadow
I'll face my master while I still feel bold
He beckons closer
With no eyes and with no respect
He'd overdose her
But he's too scared coz he hates neglect
The emperor divides in my mind
Sits on his throne with feast behind
Presumes I'll feed him beef and wine
His impotence is so divine
As I refuse and smile at him
I feed myself and I learn to swim
To make it safe so I won't drown
One more time in eiderdown
And as the dust begins to clear
I know it's still taught that you are freer
I will assume this condition
Til there is no more division
Freedom outside of equal conveys
That the priveleged rule
And everything else obeys.