Nomad - Crisis

Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two.

Spat

Forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the

Womb.

I live like this in stillborn life.

I shed my skin and

Blood and vein, still i couldn’t find my way home again

So climb inside and rot here for a while.

Outside I can hear

This dying world screaming.

Displaced from my earthly

Home, like the corpse from the tomb.

So climb inside and

Rot here for a while.

This pain I own, A gift in return for

A taking, a wounding, a breaking.

This is our childhood’s

End.

Can’t remember when it all began.

I want to burn

The masters and the slaves and those who pray that I’ll

Repent and be like them.

A gift in return for a taking, a

Wounding, a breaking.

This is our childhood’s end.

Can’t

Remember when it all began.

I want to burn the masters

And the slaves and those who pray that i’ll repent and be

Like them.

I’m in exile.

I’m in exile.

Eternally bleeding

But not broken.

The price I pay for vision, I’m not

Broken.

After all, what can one see with blind open eyes

I’m in exile.

Eaten the dirt from my own grave.

Chosen to

Be a certain slave.

Now in this way I die.

Yet I am more

Alive.

Yet I am more alive, I’m in exile