Traces

You're deep rooted in exile

Is that the way you move

You turn off your good face

Is that the way you choose it

And you've learned to hate most

Is that the way you breed

In and out motion

Is that the way you feed feed

And now you throw out all emotion

Is that the way you move me

Turn terror slowly

Is that the way you kill me

It's you

And all the things you do

Separated and overcome

Is that the way you live

You pull words ot of thin air

Is that the way you give

Kiss the hands of the prophets

Burned beyond belief

Turn tricks with the followers

Left the traces of you

And the words of the poets

You feel that theyr'e your own

At the end of a pot line

It's you and what you do