The absolute
Day elevenIf I'm allowed to stretch, am I
able to bend?
And all the words won't mean anything unless your time is your
thrill
Even the thoughts may leave your head above the crust, the thrust, and
the spill
Surprising is the distance from this crystallized existence of a
monkey man
Well, will you show me the means?
I'll teach you the end,
the
wait for release.
Are you able to work like a real human being?
Are you
allowed to breathe like the right side of me?
Can you remember your fears and
the train
when you were seventeen and so much less cynical
Every stain in the
mirror, every hole in the door
just fires you up
Surprising is the distance
from this crystallized existence of a monkey man
Surprising is the distance
from this crystallized existence of a monkey man
Well, will you show me
the means?
I'll teach you the end
and the wait for release.
And I hope that
you will cry before the dogs of war
Fade out the voice of living
Fade in the
whispers of the dead
Will you remember your deeds and the strain
when you
were twenty-three and so much more critical
Every crack in the mirror, every
hole in the door
just fries you up
Well, will you show me the means?
I'll
teach you the end
and the wait for release.
And I hope that you will cry
before the dawn alone
Fade out the voice of living
Fade in the whispers of
the dead again.