No Image - Whispering Sons

They take me to the end

Of myself

They take me to the end

I don’t see what they see

In myself

I don’t see what they see

How much I like to transgress

The sanctity of this scenery

Obliterate the imagery

That hangs over me like a gown

And all the while their voices sing

I just keep humming along

How hard I want to laugh

With the absurdity of this scenery

Obliterate the imagery

That hangs over me like a gown

And all the while their voices sing

I just keep humming along

First a stone

Then a form

A statue

Wrapped in cloth

First the fire

Then the fog

A statue

Wrapped in cloth

I exhaust myself

Trying to see

I exhaust myself

How much I like to transgress

The sanctity of this scenery

Obliterate the imagery

That hangs over me like a gown

And all the while their voices sing

I just keep humming along

First a stone

Then a form

A statue

Wrapped in cloth

First the fire

Then the fog

A statue

Wrapped in cloth

First a stone

Then a form

A statue

Wrapped in cloth

First the fire

Then the fog

A statue

Wrapped in cloth