No God With Me – Dam – letras

Fury with strength another fine line, to rhyme with care,And tread the thread bare: longer than time, thinner than air,In spite of its length,By compulsion, wine, that the soul transcendsAt it twilight’s end.They speak to me in my dreamsIn grotesque, gaping screams of silence;Onlooking eyes of nothing stare:This grotesque vacuum has taken form »See that I, even I, am he,And there is no God with me,I kill and I make alive,I have wounded and I heal,And there is none that can deliver out of my hand. » [Deut. 32:35]None of this is real, all of it makes sense;Fractal vortex iterates recurrence in a dream:Brooding sordid vacuum.Within the sordid winter in my mind:Diesel nausea, a sick sun never sets.Beyond the gleaming liquid karmic flaws:Demons wait at crossroads.Evading definition, eclipsing the sun,Recruiting my compulsion, whispering:All of this is real, none of it makes sense.The anguished face of total need,Its fractal vortex iterates: »See that I, even I, am he,And there is no God with me,I kill and I make alive,I have wounded and I heal,And there is none that can deliver out of my hand. » [Deut. 32:35]