Monument

Drifting over fields of gold, I'm a monument or at least that old

The sun never shines on me, I'm a shadow myself and for others I might be

Catch your stare before you turn your head from my appearance, but I saw you stare

Afraid to see my face, afraid to see yourself reflected in my button-eyes

In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones

Harvest desire

Beside the lamenting wind nothing ever moves me, we kiss without breath

In the midst of a tight embrace, recall the famous phrase: "You too, my son?"

Eye for an eye, a stake for a spine, I'm the mirror that stands before you

Birds come picking at your eyes, come picking at your smile, just to remind you

The world ain't a pretty sight

In a field of straws I pick the shortest ones

Sowing a wish

Gazed into the sun

For far too long

Burned...

My eyes

Was I wrong to dream my dreams?

I've been holding my breath so long that I don't know how to breathe

Like an actor in a final scene, he falls down to the stage

Never convincing though as the audience stands and leaves

So no one ever sees that he never gets up again

And the curtains of the night will fall upon the sun

Bleeding with a smile, I try

To think of all the lies he swallowed

Pull the stake out of my heart

I won't forget

Never forgive

No excuse

No forgiveness

Was I wrong to believe in the virtue of man?

So blind that I never saw that the fields around me burned down to the ground

So I stand tall in a withered field once more

Rooted in the dirt, I'm bound

Yet my arms stretch to the sky where I belong

I belong...