Dome 2
It's started
Snow on canvas and cold out of doors
The red tent blazed like a slow?
Wind that blinds so far from home
The red tent sits like a wood?
Madness, murder, and freezing to death
The red tent burns like a tongue
Ice and rope and frozen sheets
The red tent flaps like a wing
The dog is starving and far to the deer
The red tent sings like a choir
Quiet, the breath is crystal-clear
The red tent is our... tomb
Every box we know, every dying cell
Every broken vein has a tale to tell
His body shrieks, his colour goes
Water trickles where blood used to flow
Will he reach Nirvana?, he examines his years
And slowly the long lost life appears
Memories correct for a lost soul
He was slow enough to pass through an endless life
There's a black shape growing inside
There's a black shape growing inside
Inside, there's a black shape growing inside
Outside, there's a white shape dying outside
Second tape, the murmur falls, eyes drop, no words
Six steps out of breath, altitude takes its toll
Twelve hours out of sight, face up, long nails
Out of breath, altitude takes its toll
Second tape, twelve hours, six steps out of breath
Face up
Eyes drop, no words, long nails, face up
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You took the veil in through a crowd
Your rich address is not allowed
Now you see it's all come true
The diamond gate keeps the fire out
The heart within is filled with doubt
Make your path and tensions drawn there
The tracks you leave are already worn and
Fortune filled your Chinese cup in
Whispered golden promised luck
Salmon spread on eggshell blue
Graphite marks battle in front of you?
Egyptian hospital dissections buyer
Dotted line across the sky
Cut of fillets pride
Twenty-four hours, time after time
Crushing the kernel, extracting the oil
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