spellbreaker

walking 'round and 'round in circles, locked inside himself, the funny farm where he can't hurt us, or what we all believe, mute and deaf with no obsessions, a broken watch he got, he's the one that got no questions, not a word to breathe, and there you see that he flies, across the room like a swan, the colours sparkle and change, stars are born 'round a flashing sun, then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped, it was so quiet i couldn't hear the sound of grief no more, we walked into the room, the small and padded room, i looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor, the mother of life is a whore, always drooling walking backwards, never dries his tears, come and see the man of miracles, but please don't come so near, writing wierd stuf slow and patient, i think it's something deep, then he tries some levitation, before he disappears, a rainy day you too might meet him, give him mercy please, it won't be long until we'll need him, and all that's beautiful, if he speaks the world will tremble, a dream of love we'll see, he's our all the cosmic centre, we are spinning 'round