What have i done what is this mourning
The arc of the brightness blinds me
What are these thoughts and cumbersome footsteps
The arc of the dream that binds me
What have i been this figure of light
Island of gardens that feeds you
What if i burn swallowing doctrines
Does painting this picture feed you
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be
What about me what about me what about me
What do i need only my conscience
Forgiveness is all you gave me
Vast is the wave i am my demon
Where is the dark that folds me
Why should i care piercing my cause
Bring on the fools that bind me so
What if i drown water is yielding
Interrogate my own sanity
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be
What about me what about me what about me
What have i been this figure of light
Island of gardens that feeds you
What if i burn swallowing doctrines
Does painting this picture feed you
Brother my child my counsel
Cynical fathers i see
What colour these memories might be
What about me what about me what about me
