Hord A Heap Of Broken Images
So I was dead to the world, disconnected I was sleeping soundly Completely out of touch with reality I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories Fragments of violent events, obvious and visible discordance A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger How can I still be standing there in this disorder How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
Remnants of an old newspaper predicting the end of humanity Appeals for aid are constantly broadcast on ghostly radio and unreal TV
I'm just a listener and a watcher There's nothing I can do I'm powerless, I'm powerless to silence all of these cries which constantly pound through my head Voices bemoaning Maternal lamentations Constantly tear me away...
So I'm there in the world, reconnected, but I'm roaming soundly Completely out of touch with reality I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories Fragments of ancient events, unfamaliar and uncommon memories A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger How can I still be standing there in this disorder How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
I'm lost, completely lost, who I am? How can I rebuild myself in loneliness on a heap of broken images I'm lost, completely lost, where I am? I'm just a collector, my body a container of a heap of broken images
Here a child has fallen down His father's prayed god for his soul His mother's rose her face to the sky But the sky is pale and faceless
Here a thousand men died Carried away by insanity Here falls the empire Earth turned into a huge scene of crimes Here falls my entire hope of eternal life
Nothing remains but these sloughs of skin I can't put the pieces of the jigsaw together again There's something still missing I'm sick of all these scenes emerging from the depths of the ashes Together again It still doesn't mean anything to me
