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