Next? I talk to speak to you I'm feeling fright strugling through every fight cell I swing in space and breathe Tired from the smothering but higher from the smell But higher from the freedom in the deed Crystal clear drops of crystal clear you It's crystal cleared you? I known your word that was spoken first, was spoken The last I am at last But a mouth of another I heard you From the mouth of a brother, saint Gone, people cry Dyin' blood Dyin' blood Old people die Cryin' blood Through the eyes of the suffering sun Earing through the earing Earing it all Earing me here Earing so near Searching for the first Searching from the last I'm searching for the mask Searching from the first Searching for the last I'm searching for the task Speaking in words That last not in verse That last not in text That last not in breath That last not in mind That last not in kind That last not long Empty and full Gone, people cry Dyin' blood Dyin' blood Old people die Cryin' blood Through the mouth of the suffering sun In silence the unknown world has turned The only by the one who was many and the same Beautiful pain The beautiful saint Gone, people cry Dyin' blood Dyin' blood Old people die Cryin' blood Through the mind of the suffering sun