Monks Of Doom The Haunting Of An Eastern Man's Mind
On my relative blank memory
All photographs leave scars
Of your insect inspiration
In the ice forms on my windows
My memories here are conjured up
Still inside they turn me up
And leave me feeling
Survival here is not enough
Like a spirit he remembers
Longer than your lifetime
Further than your mind can see
And further than your heart can heal
I cross a wander wall
From east to west
Declare myself a king
A gesture that would have no meaning