Pagoda

Sitting here alone again
Empty room is my oldest friend
Lend me your ear
Pretend that you hear me
My heart won't sweat my tear
Open up the door again
Pull my through to that one room
I'll swim in the great sound drone
I'll sit on my visible throne

Pull me through now i gotta see
Other side of the mirrors reality

All blood crosses on your back and ankles
we dance around them like open dry flowers
Spirits are turning
This forest is telling
A sad old log looking
With answers to questions of

Why I am?
Why I am?
Why I?

Broken toys
Old car parts
Dirty hair
Gasoline
Dreams in between
Dreams sweat human being